Zhao Xiran's face turned from green to white at Quan Jinbei's merciless words.
"President, how can you say that about me? I truly admire you. Even if you don't like me, is there any need to humiliate me like this?"
"Humiliate?" Quan Jinbei appeared somewhat surprised, "Why would you think that I am humiliating you?"
Zhao Xiran's face was full of grievance, "Isn't it? Your words are nothing but a deliberate attempt to humiliate me! I don't believe I am that bad."
"It seems you are still too confident in yourself."
After speaking, Quan Jinbei wasted no more words and directly made an internal call, instructing someone to come in and drag her away.
Zhao Xiran was taken away, but Quan Jinbei's physical issue remained unsolved.
He could distinctly feel a burning sensation in his body, which made him very irritable.
What made him even more irritable was the yearning that sprung from deep within his heart.
As time ticked by, this feeling grew even stronger.
