"President Shi, we—" The two security guards were so shocked by the word "fired" that their faces turned pale, fumbling to explain.
Yu Zhi cast them a single glance, silencing them.
She turned to the front desk attendant, still frozen in shock, her snow-white chin lifting slightly: "Make her leave."
The security guards were merely following orders, and they hadn't caused her any harm—there was no need to act against them.
But the front desk attendant... that's a different story.
Shi Wei could tell that the young woman was genuinely angered this time. He quickly dialed Chen Cai's number, asking him to come down to handle the situation.
"Wife, let's head upstairs first," he said as he wrapped an arm around her waist, walking with her slowly step by step.
They left behind the stunned crowd in the lobby, who stood there for a long time, unable to recover from the tenderness he had just displayed.
The temperature in the president's office was set just right.
