He had been with Chen Jinxiu for four years, and he knew very well what kind of person Chen Jinxiu was—there was no need for anyone else to tell him.
Yao Qing said nothing more.
After a long moment, she exhaled deeply.
The cold here was unlike the conference hall; the piercing wind slipped through the cracks of the windows, and she subconsciously rubbed her arms.
The next second, warmth settled on her shoulders.
Yao Qing looked up, and Yu Yanshen had already draped his suit jacket over her.
She did not speak, withdrawing her gaze.
Turning towards Fo Zi'ang.
"Since that's the case, if President Fo truly feels that I am incompatible with you and Chen Jinxiu, then please have your side draw up a contract termination, and I can sign it. Considering not many people know that I've signed with Xingzhuo, terminating the contract shouldn't be too troublesome, should it?"
Her voice was light but carried a definite weight.
