"Good luck! The company is in trouble this time, and we've to work together to overcome this crisis!" Hua Yingying accepted the car key and tossed it in the air.
Her words of motivation felt malicious somehow, making Feng Xuhui feel uncomfortable.
That was the end of their conversation. Feng Xuhui stood in a corner and continued smoking near the ashtray-topped trash can as Hua Yingying busily settled her issues inside the car.
'There is nothing wrong with her being arrogant,' he thought, staring at Hua Yingying. He also wanted to be as busy as her, but the truth was always depressing.
Even so, this matter… was indeed frustrating!
A few hours later, Feng Xuhui spied Zheng Ren from afar and quickly approached him.
However, he did not expect Hua Yingying to outrun him after seeing that the conference had ended. With a coquettish, flirty gait, she walked toward the crowd.
'Is she trying to poach my men?' Feng Xuhui quickened his pace.