Jiang Group Building.
"Done!" Mo Yang tapped the enter key with his index finger, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Zhi Yan, according to your request, all the records have been posted, and yesterday's post has been deleted. Take a look?"
Mo Yang opened the post he had just sent and turned the laptop screen towards Jiang Zhiyan, who was sitting in his office chair.
Jiang Zhiyan took a cigarette from the pack with a flick of his fingers, lit it, took a drag, and said blandly, "Do as you see fit."
Mo Yang got up from the sofa, walked to the bar, poured a glass of red wine, and asked curiously, "What's up with this girl? Going in so hard, that's not your style, is it, Zhi Yan?"
Jiang Zhiyan flicked the ash off his cigarette and said nothing.
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Su Wan walked out of the bathroom in disbelief.
Inside the office, Fu Weiheng had finished his work. Seeing her push the door open, he asked nonchalantly, "Why did it take so long?"
