If she hadn't been mistaken just now, that was Han Meijuan sitting on Chen Jinhai's lap.
Su Qiqi stood in place, still startled. The next second, the door was opened and Han Meijuan cast a thoughtful glance at her, "President Chen is calling for you."
"Oh, alright, I'll go in right away." Su Qiqi steadied herself before stepping inside.
She had hardly taken a step when her wrist was seized. Su Qiqi turned to look at Han Meijuan whose makeup today was thick, a perfect match for her flamboyant personality. Su Qiqi watched as Han Meijuan parted her crimson lips, "When did you stop knowing how to knock on the door?"
"Supervisor Han, do you happen to know the rest of the saying 'If you have a clear conscience...'?" Su Qiqi's lips curled into a meaningful smile.
"You!"
"Supervisor Han, I have work to report, so I won't discuss these matters with you." Su Qiqi pushed away her hand and walked into the room.
