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Zhao Xiurong took a chair and watched the video feed on the desktop monitor together with Ling Qingyu as she explained the event. Her eyes widened in disbelief.
It was not far from the company at all. She understood why the guards equipped themselves with pistols, feeling relief and safe.
She didn't inquire how they went through background checks and licenses. Should they proceed with the paperwork, she would have seen it with her own eyes, as Ling Qingyu's personal secretary.
"Sister Zhao, I think you better come live near my manor. It's safer there." Ling Qingyu said.
"I'm planning to move this week. Now, I suppose the deadline will become earlier." Zhao Xiurong replied.
"Welcome." Ling Qingyu joked while Secretary Zhao rolled her eyes. "Not to mention, you'll understand why I say my place is safer."
"How? The company's guards residing near yours?" Zhao Xiurong asked. She was the closest to Ling Qingyu and understood the situation quickly.