Just now at the dining table, Mu Qingran noticed that Zhenyang and this female secretary had a somewhat unusual relationship.
How could a minor employee of a branch, inexperienced and unlikely a graduate from a famous university, have any reason to go on a business trip with the head of the conglomerate?
When the girl couldn't drink alcohol, Zhenyang actually took the considerate step of swapping her drink for grape juice.
Moreover, at this moment, as soon as the girl walked in, Zhenyang's gaze never left her, filled with doting, indulgence, and passion.
And these attentions should have belonged to Mu Qingran.
Jealousy and sourness welled up bit by bit, making Mu Qingran feel unbearable with every additional minute spent here.
Finally, she took a deep breath and squeezed out a graceful smile, "Then I won't disturb Mr. Huo anymore. I'll head out. If there's any issue with the contract, please feel free to contact me."
