It seems that Ye Zhantian is going to M Country, San Francisco. The matter of that piece of land is urgent; he's been dragging his feet and not dealing with it, but now it looks like he can no longer put it off.
Ye Mingyao must have also known about this news, so he quickly transferred her to the sales department.
Because of this, he would have the opportunity to get rid of her.
He's really impatient. Ye Zhantian hasn't even left, and he's already started to make his move.
A faint smile tugged at the corners of Nan Zhifeng's lips. This was good. Without making a move, how could he catch him in the act?
"The president has left, hurry up and get in the car, there's no time left,"
Old Ma urged.
A few colleagues hastily got into the car, and Nan Zhifeng followed behind without noticing that in the departing Rolls-Royce Phantom, Ye Zhantian was watching her through the rearview mirror…
