Although Yan Lirong hid her disdain very well, Jing Tong still noticed it.
As light as her steps were, just as intense was the hatred in her heart. Just a dog, and yet it dared to look down on her; just wait until she became the mistress of the Fu Family, then she would make her pay.
"Miss Yan, it's getting late, you should go back and rest early."
"Yes, Boss."
Yan Lirong stood up, picked up her briefcase, and left.
Jing Tong walked up to Fu Yiming, her body softened, and she threw herself into his arms, coquettishly weak. "Yiming, who was that just now? Please don't tell me she's an old flame of yours! I would be jealous."
"She's an employee at my company, and also a capable subordinate."
Jing Tong, clad in a silk nightgown, fell back revealing most of her pale, tender chest.
