The thoughts at the bottom of her heart had been exposed, and Jiang Wei's already flimsy smile couldn't hold up any longer. She sneered mockingly, "And here I thought you liked Wen Qiao so much that you replaced your own capable secretary for her and even terminated our contract. Now it seems it wasn't such a big deal after all."
Fu Jinghen wasn't the least bit provoked by her words, and leaned back leisurely in his chair, his hands crossed in front of him. "This seems to have nothing to do with Miss Jiang, does it?"
"So, what if I release these photos? You wouldn't react at all, would you, Brother Jinghen?" Jiang Wei picked up her phone, the sneer on her face growing wider and wider.
"Miss Jiang might as well try," Fu Jinghen made an inviting gesture. "The PR and legal teams at FS aren't paid for nothing."
Fu Jinghen spoke of FS and not Huasong.
