President's Office.
As soon as Ye Qingcheng sat down, Secretary Xiaolan brought a cup of coffee and placed it on Ye Qingcheng's desk: "President, please enjoy!"
"Mm!" Ye Qingcheng nodded. "Alright, you can go out now!"
"President, Mr. Ye is here!" Xiaolan said.
Upon hearing this, Ye Qingcheng slowly lifted her beautiful eyes: "My dad?"
"Mm!" Xiaolan nodded.
"Where is he?" Ye Qingcheng asked.
"In the reception room!"
"What's he here for?"
"I don't know either!" Xiaolan shook her head. "Mr. Ye came early in the morning. Since the office wasn't open, he went to the reception room. President, shall I let him in?"
"Alright!" Ye Qingcheng nodded in agreement. After all, Ye Tianhao is her father, the founder of Qingcheng International. Even if she wanted to stop him from coming in, she couldn't.
