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"Damn con artist, how dare you stir up trouble? What are you plotting?"
The female assistant's eyes nearly spat fire as she glared at Ning Fan.
If Wang Jingye really did see the lip print, that would be big trouble.
Because she had told Wang Jingye that she went home to see her mother yesterday. If she went to see her mother, how could there be a lipstick mark?
"Looking at her expression, could it be that God Doctor Ning has hit the mark?"
And the others in the private room began discussing amongst themselves.
"No way, I thought this little divine doctor was just bluffing. Could it really be true? Look, Wang's female assistant obviously seems guilty!"
A boss who had always been one step behind Wang Jingye in business spoke with a hint of schadenfreude.
Of course, he dared not express these thoughts openly—after all, Wang Jingye had much deeper pockets than he did.
If Wang got the wrong idea because of his remark, he might not have an easy time in the future.
