"Ding Corporation's heir is soon to wed the slum girl Qiao En!"
When Zhou Jin'an saw the news, he had just seen off a group of stubborn old men from the board meeting.
He was utterly exhausted, leaning back in the leather chair to rest his eyes when his phone "dinged," signaling the arrival of an email in his work inbox.
Zhou Jin'an snatched up his phone, and all the email contained was a link.
He clicked on it and saw that sensational headline.
Immediately after, a photo of Ding Hao intimately embracing Qiao En jumped out.
In an instant, Zhou Jin'an's brows furrowed tightly, his fingers clenching the phone grew taut, and on his sharply contoured face, anger spread like wildfire.
"Director Zhou, it's time for the meeting."
Chen Yin knocked on the door, appearing at the entrance to Zhou Jin'an's office.
The temperature in the room was low, as was the air pressure.
Zhou Jin'an grabbed his coat and stood up; Chen Yin quickly stepped aside.
