She looked up and only saw half of his profile, vaguely familiar: "Xie Jian!"
The man in the black suit turned to look at her. It was indeed Xie Jian, Lu Shifeng's secretary, who helped her in that torrential rain. He greeted her very politely: "Madam..."
Before he could finish saying "Madam," Su Xingyu gently shook her head.
At the moment, her family, the doorman, and the group of people around Xie Jian were all present; she didn't want anyone to know her identity. The name Lu Shifeng was too sensational, and if news got out that she was his wife, she would probably never have another peaceful moment. Let alone quietly finding a job, even going out casually would attract a swarm of reporters.
Xie Jian, who could hold the position of Lu Shifeng's secretary, obviously had keen insight and immediately switched his address: "Miss, are you okay?"
She whispered, "I'm fine."
Her face was burning with pain, likely swollen from the slap earlier. She reached up to cover it.
