Ning Fan's lips curled into an amused smile as he winked at Zhao Hairong, whose heartbeat accelerated instantly, feeling slightly embarrassed,
She thought to herself, "It seems I still have charm, after all. This young man may appear to be helping Lan Kexin out of a tight spot, but in reality, he's had his eye on me for a while now. Don't think I haven't noticed."
Xu Ruolan frowned at Ning Fan and asked, "Ning Fan, I'm asking you a question here. Did you, or did you not, lay a finger on Manager Zhao?"
Ning Fan raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "You could just ask Manager Zhao about this matter, and I believe she, as the head of the Public Relations Department, would definitely not be biased or lie. Right, Manager Zhao?"
Ning Fan looked toward Zhao Hairong, waiting for her response.
Zhao Hairong's heart skipped a beat, her cheeks flushing red. She fiddled with her hair, covering up her fluster in embarrassment, and looked toward President Xu Ruolan seated in the chair,
