"Weiyi, can I treat you to lunch today?" Meng Qiao's cheerful voice broke the silence.
Shen Weiyi lifted her head, glanced at Meng Qiao, and then at Chen Rong, easily guessing the purpose behind the invitation.
It had to be said that Meng Qiao's psychological resilience was strong; the fact that she could still stand there smiling, unfazed, was enough to reveal that she bore no psychological burden, even though her false identity as a wealthy heiress had been exposed.
Such people were naturally suited for the workplace.
However, being overly scheming often proved to be a double-edged sword.
"I'm sorry, I know I should have clarified things from the start, and it was wrong of me. It was all due to my selfish motives. I knew everyone misunderstood, yet I did not clarify it immediately."
Everyone involved was intelligent; Meng Qiao did not intend to play dumb in front of her.
"Is this what you wanted to talk about?"
Meng Qiao nodded.
