Last time, she also appeared in front of the man in her pajamas.
She coughed awkwardly, "Wait for me a minute."
Then she turned and entered her own bedroom.
Fu Qiyuan's lips curled into a smile. He watched the girl's retreating figure until the door closed, and the smile in his eyes vanished instantly.
His brows furrowed deeply, his dark eyes, seemingly bottomless, brimmed with a chilling cold that was bone-piercing.
He took out his cell phone and dialed a number.
Soon.
"President Fu."
...
Arriving at the company, Su Ran had been in meetings all morning, unaware of the events unfolding online.
The incident with First-Class Fragrance had been maliciously edited and posted online.
The less than twenty-second video showcased her in a domineering and bullying manner, in full glory.
The matter was far from simple; the scandals about Su Ran followed one after the other as if orchestrated.