As the secretary came out of the office, she was immediately surrounded by several assistants.
"Sis, what were the president and his wife doing in the office?"
The secretary thought of the recent scene where the president had kissed Mu Yan, and her heart suddenly sped up. She had to say, that scene was very much like a romantic drama—it was simply swoon-worthy.
She glanced at the assistants' expectant eyes, coughed softly, and said, "Why are you asking so many questions? You just need to know that from now on, whatever the president's wife asks you to do, you should do it."
"Of course, she's the president's wife," one assistant said cheerfully.
The secretary snorted internally, thinking it was much more than just a wife—she was certainly the apple of his eye.
After lunch, Mu Yan prepared to return to the hospital but was stopped by Jiang Jingheng.
"Just rest in my office."
"Won't that disturb your work?"
