Very High

Fang Ming knocked on the door and entered. He glanced at the cake box on the table and couldn't help but complain in his heart. How could he secretly chase after their wife now? If he had the ability, he should go and buy it himself. If he let others go, even if they buy the entire shop, Young Madam wouldn't even know that it was him.

Of course, President Xiao Qiao wouldn't let him buy it. She wasn't short of money.

"What is it?" Nangong Jue realized that Fang Ming had been staring at his cake box the moment he entered. He hurriedly closed the box and placed it in the drawer under the table.

The corners of Fang Ming's mouth twitched. Was this dog boss afraid that he would snatch his cake? He was too petty. However, although he was complaining, he still didn't forget his job. "Madam Qiao Zi brought the Qiao family's young master to Xiling City yesterday. She will eat with Young Mistress at noon today. They've decided to go to Shang Shan Palace."