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Chu Qianjiao's words were brimming with arrogance, implying that Nan Zhifeng better not scare her, as she intended to continue bullying her next time.
Nan Zhifeng certainly understood the meaning behind Chu Qianjiao's words, but she showed no reaction. Instead, she handed the few hundred cash to the cleaning lady, "Auntie Zhang, this is a tip for you. By the way, the air here is a bit dirty, would you mind spraying some air freshener?"
"Of course, of course."
The cleaning lady, having received an unexpected few hundred, was overjoyed and hurried to get the air freshener.
"You..."
Chu Qianjiao, her face turning an iron blue with anger, wanted to continue teaching Nan Zhifeng a lesson.
A group of shareholders came out of the meeting room, and she could only glare at her fiercely then storm off angrily.
Nan Zhifeng sat down and continued working.
Not far away, Ye Mingsheng witnessed this scene, his gaze exceedingly complex.
