The president of Rose Garden had personally come to evict her and clearly stated that compensation was not an issue; it was evident they wanted her out just for the sake of it.
Li Qianrui hooked her glistening red lips, "Is it Zhou Jin who asked you to do this?"
The president of Rose Garden was quite wary of this name; he wildly wiped away sweat, "Ha, haha, Miss Li, please take my advice. In Z country, President Zhou has absolute control. I can't keep you here, and neither can anyone else. If President Zhou says the word, you won't even have a bench to sleep on in the streets. So, you shouldn't have defied President Zhou. With men, you just need to coax them a bit; you have to accept reality."
Li Qianrui laughed derisively, thanking the president for his oh-so-realistic theory.
At that moment, a melodious ringtone sounded; she had an incoming call.
It was a string of unfamiliar numbers, but they looked familiar—it was Zhou Jin's number.
