Zhao Xiurong joined in the fun?

"Where's my real secretary? Where are you, Secretary Zhao?" Ling Qingyu looked around as if her most capable assistant was nowhere to be found, prompting laughter from Zhao Xiurong.

"It doesn't matter, Boss. One inch is one inch. You need to be punished no matter what your identity is, even if my job is lost. Anyway, you can't fire me since I possess 10 percent of the company/" Zhao Xiurong folded her arms and said righteously.

Ling Qingyu's mouth opened wide and became speechless. Listening to Secretary Zhao's remarks, Ling Qingyu wiped the nonexistent cold sweats forming on her forehead.

Where was once her gentle and wifey Zhao Xiurong? Ling Qingyu's eyes burst into tears, lamenting the harshness of her fate. Give her Wife Zhao back!

Although Ling Qingyu knew Zhao Xiurong was not serious but merely kidding around, what she spoke was the truth.