Zheng Qian's eyes were red, and she glared fiercely at An Yuxian.
An Yuxian laughed out loud, her complacent voice penetrating through the office door and reaching the outside.
"From now on, hand all the PR drafts over to me. Of course, if you're unwilling, that's fine too, but it's not guaranteed that you'll be able to stay at Huo An Group. You're not getting any younger, and it wouldn't be easy to find another job and work your way up, would it?"
Her body stiffening, Zheng Qian shuddered as if in fear, while An Yuxian grew increasingly wild, unwilling to let go as she felt the benefits power brought her.
Eventually, Zheng Qian left with her tail between her legs.
In contrast, An Lan simply turned a blind eye, and everyone felt that An Lan was indulging An Yuxian's behavior. Even though the PR department had a very poor opinion of An Yuxian, no one dared to offend her.
An Yuxian looked down on everyone in the PR department.
