Qi Longbing spoke coldly, his expression frosty. As he uttered those words, it was as if he were already saying goodbye to his former self.
From now on, he was going to be a brand-new him. He didn't want to be President Qi anymore, the Qi Longbing who let others pull his strings.
This so-called manipulation, however, was solely at the hands of Hua Xiaomo. As for anyone else trying to manipulate him—that simply wasn't going to happen.
"Yes, President." The secretaries quickly left the office.
Before long, the tense meeting began. Qi Longbing threw himself into his work. The meeting lasted an entire day, as if he sought to numb himself with the hectic pace of work, to calm the turbulent emotions deep within his heart.
「At the airport.」
A Rolls-Royce Silver Spirit pulled up.
"Second Young Master, Miss Hua, I've already taken care of the luggage procedures for you," Butler Qin Feng said.
