The Truth Is More Infuriating Than I Thought

In Wen Ruxia's office.

The assistant knocked on the glass door. "Manager Wen."

"Come in." Dressed in a work suit, the tidy woman looked up from her busy schedule and spoke indifferently.

The assistant entered the office and quietly said, "Manager Wen, Young Master Wen is here with a friend."

Wen Ruxia immediately put down her fountain pen as a trace of surprise flashed across her dignified face. "Why is he here?"

The assistant did not say anything.

Wen Ruxia was not actually asking her. She leaned against the swiveling leather chair and nodded slightly. "Let him in."

A few minutes later, Wen Ziyu rushed into her office and said without sitting down, "Aunt, you heard that Uncle Jiang…"

"Stop!" Wen Ruxia got up and went to the water dispenser. Coming back, she leaned against the wide desk and looked at him with a faint smile. "Don't tell me you still have improper thoughts about Zhui Guang?"