"What's impossible about that? Zhan Ting has always spoiled his wife. Although I've turned him down time and time again, he insisted on giving it to me, saying that he'll work for me for a lifetime. What could I do?"
An Lan propped her head up with one hand, her words infuriating yet cost no lives. Even Zhang Duo beside her didn't know that Director Huo had given forty percent of his shares to his wife. But after calming down, it seemed quite normal, considering the epithet 'wife-doting fiend' wasn't attributed to Director Huo for no reason.
Xiao Yihe's hands tightly grasped the documents, reluctantly fixating on the words 'sixty percent'.
He wished he could tear the document to shreds. He was so close, just a hair's breadth away from the position he had dreamed of for so long. Why did fate have to play such cruel games with him?
