If she wanted to know, the only way would likely be to ask him directly or those close to him.
But they probably wouldn't tell her so easily.
"I'm starting to think none of you want to work anymore!" Lin Qiang's voice suddenly rang out, "Gossiping during work hours!"
Everyone returned to their positions.
Lin Qiang used Eleven as a scapegoat, standing before her and scolding, "I don't care if you're Fang Eleven or Shang Qianxun, don't think that just because you have someone supporting you from behind, that you can do whatever you want in this company!"
"Yes, I'll take your advice to heart."
Eleven didn't retort, and Lin Qiang had nothing more to say.
She was just an artist contracted by the company. Previously as her assistant, if she wanted her to leave, she would have had to go. Now, whether to fire her, it's up to Human Resources, no, it's up to General Xia, or perhaps the person behind her.
"I can't wait to see how long that person behind you can protect you!"
