Zhuo Junyue didn't respond, but his suspicion and unease over the stranger's dubious identity couldn't be dismissed.
"Let's go home," he said.
It was as if asserting his dominance, Zhuo Junyue led Su Ningyan by the hand out of the company.
Now, there was no one within Zhuo Group who wasn't aware of the President's doting affection for the young mistress.
In the past, no one could even hope to see the President holding a woman's hand, let alone come within a meter of him.
Ever since the arrival of the young mistress, the President could exempt himself from social obligations as far as possible.
After they all left, Jiang Xiaonan quietly stepped out.
She had seen Gu Moyang's disappointed expression as he left.
Jiang Xiaonan was also puzzled. Was that woman not Lin Qian?
Could it be that she had lost her memory while abroad and forgotten everything that happened domestically?
She found it hard to believe that two people could look so strikingly similar without being clones.
