The other people's faces were deathly pale, swaying as they looked at An Yiqing, resentment boiling in their hearts. They'd just used some connections, at worst they should be fined—why were they being kicked out? Why!
"You want to know why I treat you like this?" An Yiqing slowly walked up to Sun Gang, her presence fully unleashed, expression cold and proud. "Because I'm the founder of Xuanjin Yulong! Because this company's surname is An, not Sun!"
Sun Gang froze, dumbstruck. The two security guards hurriedly dragged him out and handed him over to the police.
The others didn't dare make a sound, An Yiqing's words echoing over and over in their minds. Yes, Xuanjin Yulong belonged to An Yiqing; when she hired them, what she valued was their ability. But if they thought they could use that ability and her trust to stir up the company at will, wasn't that just letting success go to their heads?
