Unexpectedly, the tycoon did not even ask and directly agreed.
However, out of responsibility, Liang Weining still explained, "The person was driven away by me, and is now in an awkward situation in the president's office. I feel guilty, and for the time being, I can only think of this method. I will first communicate privately and ask for her own desire. If feasible, I will then trouble you to help arrange it."
After she finished speaking, Chen Jingyuan remained silent for a while.
When he spoke again, his voice carried a deep meaning, "I thought you would resent it."
Resent whom?
Alina?
At the mention of this, Liang Weining could not help but feel embarrassed.
She mumbled, "Mr. Chen found a secretary quietly, and I was not happy, so it was inevitable that I looked at people with displeasure, but there was no deep hatred."
The girl's muffled complaints were barely audible.
It counted as progress; after a week of retrospection, at least she dared to speak out.
