President Zhao

"Why? It's a promotion, isn't it?" Ling Qingyu said with guilt. 

"I would rather stay behind the scenes and help you than do what you do." Zhao Xiurong replied helplessly. "And I didn't earn enough, right?"

"Your shares aren't your wage?" Ling Qingyu joked.

"That's different. It's a reward, not salary." Zhao Xiurong was not to be outdone.

Ling Qingyu rubbed her nose and spread her hand. "Sister Zhao, I know how hard you work these days. It's because of your effort, I can expand my empire. But I'm serious about my promise. You will soon take over my position."

"Do you really trust me that much? I don't think I can handle everything myself."

"Come on, Sister Zhao. You've been my secretary for a long time. What's with this unconfidence?" Ling Qingyu said.

"It's isn't about confidence issues. It's just that I can't believe you have faith in me." Zhao Xiurong shrugged.