A Ferrari came to a stop in the parking lot in front of the Beigong Group building, from which stepped out President Beigong Cang, who had been away from the company for half a month. Clad in an expensive dark suit, his serious face bore not a trace of a smile. A beautifully dressed woman in a suit followed behind him, having to almost jog to keep up with his pace.
"Caixuan, there's no need for you to come to work with me like this," Beigong Cang whispered to Fang Caixuan behind him, "The pocket money from your family should be plenty."
Caixuan wasn't working as his secretary for the money, a fact known only to her and Lady Beigong. She cooed, "My, Cang, slow down a bit."
Whether it was her imagination or she was just too sensitive, she always felt that Beigong Cang had become much cooler since the car accident, at least he wouldn't have left her behind like this before.
