Lin Qiangwei was at a loss for words, not knowing what to say.
"Don't get any ideas about me for now. You can come find me when you think you're actually useful."
With that, Lin Jiang stood up and left the office.
Lin Qiangwei remained standing where she was, showing no sign of defeat on her face.
Instead, the corners of her lips curved up. She was now intensely interested in Lin Jiang.
This feeling of being overpowered made her heart stir even more.
After leaving Berkeley, Lin Jiang drove back to Century Triumph.
Qin Yangyang had bought groceries for hot pot. They were going to have a few drinks at home tonight, so he had to get back early.
'Neither Wang Xianping nor Pan Shengli would probably ever guess that they were being played like a fiddle by Lin Qiangwei.'
He drove to the entrance of the residential complex and waited for a moment. Soon, he saw Qin Yangyang walk out carrying two bags of groceries, and Lin Jiang went over to help her.
"You bought so much."
