"All willing..."
Yuan Miaomiao subconsciously was about to agree, but just as the words reached her lips, she stopped abruptly.
Clearly, she still maintained a clear head and knew that she could not agree rashly.
"You first tell me what your demand is."
Wu Xiaoshan shrugged his shoulders, and with an indifferent smile said, "It's nothing much, just be my secretary for a year."
"You..."
Yuan Miaomiao was immediately angered, the movement aggravating her wound, and the pain was so acute that she couldn't continue speaking.
"Letting me be your secretary, do you know what my identity is?"
Never had Yuan Miaomiao expected that Wu Xiaoshan's request would be to serve as his secretary.
She, a rich heiress, oversaw the family business which brought in tens to hundreds of millions in revenue every day.
In front of her, Wu Xiaoshan looked nothing more than a poor guy.
Being his secretary would simply be a waste of her own time.
