The cheapest thing Song Xiang ever did was to be Yan Yanhan's private secretary for five years. She gave everything away, and the dog man got tired of saying it, and directly exiled her to a corner. The life of exile was not easy, but probably Shuaishen is gone. As soon as Song Xiang arrived at the grassroots level, her waist pain and legs were no longer sore in an instant, and she ran to the pinnacle of her life as soon as she gritted her teeth. Father is a billionaire who is dying, and he will inherit the inheritance if he nods. Life is like this... ups and downs. Severe coldness is a real hammer! At the reception, strict coldness held a wine glass, and his eyes swept to the former man who hadn't seen him for many days Secretary, sneered. He didn't have any more feelings for me, so he went straight to the reception? Song Xiang died and smiled: Mr. Yan, I don't seem to have invited you. Yan Han: Are you out of your mind? The host on stage