After speaking, Dian Ling immediately hung up the phone, and Ye Chen stood there, dumbfounded. He hurried to the window and took a glance, and indeed, there was a red Maserati parked at the door with Dian Ling standing beside it. Although it was a bit far, he could still vaguely make out her figure. Immediately afterward, Ye Chen ran outside.
"Ye Chen!" Fang Fei panicked and quickly followed him out.
Ye Chen hurriedly dove into the elevator and descended from the tenth floor. It was the peak of the office's leave time at Tianya Group, with Little Mei and Milking Girl arm in arm, looking like a pair of sisters; upon seeing Ye Chen hurriedly running out of the crowd, they couldn't help but greet him, "Ye Chen, you..."
"Hi, Little Mei, Milking Girl, I have to go first!" After speaking, he rushed out.
"Hmph, jerk!" Milking Girl glared fiercely at Ye Chen's retreating figure and angrily said, "Sooner or later, I'll make you regret this!"
