"I object!"
Seeing that Ling Weiwei and Shen Peini wanted to go to Mu Shanshan to decide who he should become a secretary for, Lin Fei quickly stepped in, spreading his arms to block the women's path.
What an international joke—the matter should be discussed privately, laughed off and let go. Lin Fei didn't intend to be a secretary for either Shen Peini or Ling Weiwei, especially considering his wife, Mu Shanshan.
Yet here these two women were, actually thinking about going to Mu Shanshan; they were practically dragging Lin Fei toward a firing squad.
"Oppose what, could it be that you, little brother, plan to be a secretary for both me and Director Ling at the same time?" Shen Peini's slender fingers twirled a lock of curled hair as she gave Lin Fei a reproachful yet playful glance. "Little brother, no offense, but thinking about playing both sides is a bad idea."
"Your objection is invalid."
