Mingling Jewellery President's Office.
Ming Ge cradled the milk tea that the secretary had brought in, took a sip, and let out a comfortable sigh as a warm sensation filled her stomach. She said, "Dad, I did well today, didn't I?"
"My girl is definitely the best!"
——Daily flattery from a daughter-obsessed dad.
With no outsiders present and in front of his own daughter, Ming Zhiyuan was not the aloof Chairman of Mingling Jewellery but a father who adored his daughter.
Ming Ge lazily slumped on the office sofa, holding her milk tea with a smile, fishing for a reward, she asked, "So, is there a reward for me?"
"Of course, there must be!"
Ming Zhiyuan bent down and retrieved a document from the safe.
As Ming Ge opened it, she saw written in black on white——
[Stock Transfer Document]
Soon, Ming Ge raised her eyebrows, "...15%?"
