In the secretary's view, the optimal strategy now was to attend to Mrs. Wen.
As long as Mrs. Wen was content, President Wen would be pleased.
When President Wen was content, the rest of them were content too.
Sigh, what a perpetual loop.
...
Yu Anwan dozed off for a while, and when she woke up, it was already past 3 p.m.
Feeling somewhat regretful, Yu Anwan instinctively glanced at her phone, which remained eerily quiet with no incoming messages.
It indicated that in her absence, the production line was running smoothly. Moreover, with Shen Xingyuan overseeing it, there was genuinely no need for her to worry.
Lowering her gaze to the marks of the recent encounter, Yu Anwan couldn't help but curse Wen Jin.
Wen Jin had a knack for targeting visible areas.
He resorted to such despicable means, making it impossible for her to escape.
Indignant, Yu Anwan mistakenly regarded the afternoon tea brought in by the secretary as a ploy by Wen Jin.
Her teeth gritted audibly.
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