Qiao An could no longer hide, her eyes flashing with slight panic as she approached Gong Beiming.
At that moment, Gong Beiming's handsome face was extremely dark, his eyes filled with rage.
"Qiao An, did you do it?"
In a rush to explain, Qiao An's eyes reddened, "No, President, I am here sincerely to help. Assistant Chi, why are you slandering me? I gave up my previous job for you, and now I am just working a very low position to get by. I haven't interfered with your affairs, so why can't you tolerate me?"
Chi Xiaoyu slightly furrowed her brows, as Qiao An really knew how to speak, instantly biting back at her.
Heh, this time, letting you come along was to let you die being completely convinced.
"Fine, I am slandering you, am I! Then let's have the model come over and confront you," Chi Xiaoyu said.
As soon as she finished speaking, Qiao An was even more proactive, immediately taking out her phone to dial the model's number.
About ten minutes later, the model arrived.
