Shen Yanhe's eyebrows moved slightly, and she said indifferently, "Tell her Fu Yanhe isn't here, let her leave."
Ba Fang looked bewildered and said, "She isn't here looking for the chief, she's here for you, Madam."
"For me?"
With a raised eyebrow, Shen Yanhe stood up, "Then let's go have a look."
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In the hall.
Shen Yanhe walked in leisurely, looking toward the elegant Melanie sitting on the sofa, sipping coffee with grace.
"Do you need something from me?"
"Of course," Melanie put down her coffee, and with her chin held high, she looked at Shen Yanhe and said, "I'm here to remind you not to forget the Haman country auction in a few days."
Shen Yanhe's gaze was indifferent, her demeanor languid, "You came to me just to say that?"
With a light huff, Melanie replied, "What else? Do you think I have anything else to talk to you about?"
She stood up, "Alright, the message is delivered, I'm leaving for Haman today."
