Dongfang Mu had already stood up while he was still speaking. He smiled and blocked Lu Lingche's path. "President Lu, you can't just steal my people without a word. That's not fair, is it?"
Lu Lingche looked at him coldly. "Your people?"
"Of course. Qiao Yin is my assistant. It's an important position. You casually take her away without explaining to me. Is that really okay?"
"She is not your person. I don't have to explain anything to you for taking her with me. Move aside!"
"She's not yours, so she must belong to President Lu, right? As far as I can remember, the bride at the national sensation of your wedding yesterday seemed to have the last name Lan. If you insist on taking Qiao Yin, don't you think people would confuse her with your bride of yesterday's ceremony?"
As Dongfang Mu spoke, he tightly grabbed Qiao Yin's wrist and pulled her behind him.
Qiao Yin was taken aback.
