The male colleague forced a smile, his face stiff. "Junior said it right."
Ye Linlin nodded. "Master's so good to us, we can't let down his expectations and training."
The male colleague was forced to echo, "Yeah…"
Truth be told, he didn't really want to shoot this horse scene anyway.
Shen Bin had to take a deep breath to press down the wave of speechless frustration.
She had to be an idiot, right?
The Ye Family, big or small, still counted as a rich clan. Her mother Ye Congjie ran over a dozen companies, not particularly showy, but consistently profitable—classic low‑key moneymaker. Her personal wealth was nothing to scoff at by now. And then there was Ye Jun, a rising star in the business world, someone Shen Bin couldn't cozy up to no matter how many layers he climbed.
She's got top-tier resources right there and doesn't use them. What, this rich heiress came down from heaven to "experience the life of the common folk"?
Inside the meeting room.
