Wang Jingye was already quite dissatisfied with Ning Fan, and when he heard him speaking foully about his female assistant, he immediately felt annoyed. Slamming his hand on the table,
he barked angrily, "What the hell do you mean by that? If you have something to say, say it clearly; don't beat around the bush with me. If it weren't for old Qian's sake, do you think I'd let you sit here for so long!"
His temper was ablaze for a reason, even though his relationship with his female assistant behind him was quite ambiguous and an open secret, but in front of so many people,
he still cared about face. Now that Ning Fan straightforwardly exposed the matter, his dignity was instantly compromised.
Ning Fan bowed his head with a smile, lifted the wine cup in front of him, and took a gentle sip, not minding the raging Wang Jingye. Instead, he turned his gaze to the little assistant behind him,
