"Let's all leave." President Zhao waved his hand impatiently. "They've already hired a lawyer to sue us. In her eyes, we're nothing but clowns."
"Hey, President Zhao, what do you mean by that? Explain yourself!"
Seeing President Zhao leave with a stern expression, several shareholders chased after him unwillingly.
Mu Jiajiao, who had been eavesdropping nearby, felt her heart sink even further.
She hadn't thought the shareholders were all paper tigers, easily dismissed by Ji Wei with just a few words—utterly useless.
If she wanted to protect herself, she'd have to come up with another plan...
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The day passed peacefully, and Ji Wei left work on time.
As she reached the building's entrance, she saw Mo Qian's car parked there. The man, wrapped in a long coat, was casually leaning against the car door with one hand in his pocket, looking like a model straight out of a magazine.
