Feng Shiming held Shang Haohao's small hand, "Alright! I'll talk to the BOSS in a bit."
Shang Haohao quickly reminded him, "Don't say I asked you to do this."
Feng Shiming smiled faintly and nodded, patting Shang Haohao's small hand to reassure her.
"I understand!"
Watching Shang Haohao be so fearful of the BOSS, she should have spoken to the BOSS long ago.
Several ministers looked sympathetically at Shang Haohao.
"Miss Shang, you don't quite understand our BOSS. There's no need to be so afraid of him. He just looks cold, but he's actually like a brother to us subordinates. If it weren't for the BOSS, my life would have ended long ago."
The man speaking was a middle-aged man next to Minister Leng. He only had one arm; the other one was clearly a prosthetic, resting motionless on the table.
"..." Doesn't she know enough about Yue Feng? She's known enough for four years now.
