"Just turn down Zhao Fuheng over there; you know what the chairman demands. Your task now is to find me a decent woman as soon as possible. Don't bother me with anything else..."
Qin Mengying had just returned and overheard Ou Mingxuan on the phone with someone.
Zhao Corporation...Zhao Fuheng...
At the airport, she had also heard Zhao Anxin mentioning that Zhao Corporation was on the brink of bankruptcy. It turns out to be true.
Qin Mengying absentmindedly entered the room.
After dropping Zhao Anxin off at the hotel and accompanying her to shop at the mall, five hours had passed. Even Qin Mengying, who rarely sweats due to her heat-tolerant constitution, was drenched in sweat.
As soon as she got home, Qin Mengying sat down on a chair, slightly panting to rest.
The chair was designed in the shape of a monster with black horns on its head, somewhat resembling Totoro. Sitting on it felt like sitting in the belly of a demon.
