"I don't care what you've turned into now. If you've decided to compete with me, then let's see who wins," Yan Ting sneered coldly, left some harsh words behind, and turned to leave.
Huo Qinglin stared at the violently slammed office door, his heart completely thrown into chaos.
It seemed that, once again, he was about to be reprimanded.
Leng Weichen stepped out of a meeting, returned to his office, and pulled a résumé out of a drawer.
His deep eyes narrowed slightly, and with a sharp gaze, he scanned over it, noticing the "Interior Design" listed under the professional field.
His thin, attractive lips curved slightly—so this woman graduated in design? Having her stand guard at the reception desk, is that too much of an injustice?
Leng Weichen furrowed his brows; a burst of irritation surged within him.