Su Ran realized what was going on and hastily said, "No need, Zhichen and I have plans."
Fu Qiyuan's exquisitely handsome face instantly darkened.
He had just said that no one dared to poach from him, and now wasn't someone doing exactly that?
That woman, Ye Zhichen, he would one day send her off to Africa.
Qin Feng stood to the side, his brow twitching as he watched the whole process of Su Ran cajoling Fu Qiyuan into a good mood.
Honestly, President Fu's image, as far as he was concerned, just couldn't collapse any further.
What Ice-cold male god? He's a wily, sly, big bad wolf with deep schemes!
After Su Ran hung up the phone, she took a deep breath and, looking at the office's roses, a hint of a smile flashed in the depths of her eyes.
Su Ran really was busy; Qianran International had a whole pile of matters waiting for her to handle, and she had to spare some attention for Zisu as well.
