When Yang Qingxi and Su Mo arrived at the manager's office, they could already hear an argument unfolding inside.
"Does our Chu Family not even have this bit of reputation? For such a small matter, you still need to ask the opinion of the Yang Family's princess?"
"Please calm down, Mr Chu… but this is how things are handled here."
"Fine," the voice turned colder, "let's wait and see. I don't believe that little girl of the Yang Family won't give us face."
Outside the door, Su Mo glanced sideways at Yang Qingxi. "Well, Miss Yang… are you going to give them face?"
Yang Qingxi scoffed lightly. "Just watch the drama."
With that, she pushed the door open.
Inside, three men stood facing each other. One was in a formal work suit—clearly the manager. The other two carried an unmistakable presence. One was Chu Zhenwu, and the other, bearing similar features and aura, could only be his son, Chu Daxing.
"Boss Yang, you're here." The manager immediately straightened.
