The phone rang, and with a swipe, Yan Ao's serious face appeared on the phone, "You didn't go to work yesterday. That girl Yingying said you were injured. What happened."
Yan Shaodi chuckled arrogantly, "It's so early, Dad. Yingying is making a fuss out of a molehill. She just has a cold and doesn't want to go to work. When did Dad even care about my cold?"
"Go home for lunch today, no excuses." Yan Ao ordered in his own way, regardless of his arrogance.
"Is there a reason?"
"Do I need a reason for you to do something?" Yan Ao was displeased.
"Of course, no need. You are my father and the chairman of the Yan family. How dare I disobey you? Don't worry, I will prepare to attend."
The road back to the entrance of the company was already crowded with paparazzi. During this period, the An family and the Yan family were the hottest topics in S city.
First, it was reported that Emperor Yan was shot dead in full view of the public. He was in danger. The position at the helm of the Yan family might change hands. Then there was hot news. Mr. Yan and Mayor An had a dinner together, and the conversation was about
The marriage of the children of both parties was finally decided.
With these two extreme pieces of news, the media in City S would not let go of such a great opportunity. If they grabbed the exclusive, they would buy out the market and make a fortune.
The driver was a very smart man. Before the reporters came over, he had already lowered all the car curtains, so that even the most advanced cameras could not detect what was going on inside.
He took the private elevator from the garage directly to the rooftop. During the entire process, Yan Shaodi's face showed no signs of strangeness, and he was dangerously calm.
An Xia simply said nothing.
The appearance of Mr. Yan made the other three secretaries shine. The rumors were so terrible that they really thought Mr. Yan had suffered a serious gunshot wound.
Leader BREE bowed slightly to him and said, "Good morning, Mr. Yan."
Emperor Yan said, "BREE, come in and report to me what happened yesterday."
"Yes, Mr. Yan."
As soon as An Xia sat down, Sister Ji came over and smiled at her, "An Xia, I'm sorry for yesterday. It turns out that Mr. Yan is really fine."
"I told you earlier that rumors and scandals are not credible."
"But I heard a rumor that is very true. That is, the marriage between Miss An and Mr. Yan has become a hot topic in the city. It shouldn't be a rumor, right? You are Mr. Yan's most trusted person, so you should be aware of this matter.
You know everything, right?" Sister Ji smiled charmingly.
It is indeed the talk of the town.
Knowing that Sister Ji deliberately said this to irritate her, An Xia's eyes couldn't help but dim for a second, but they returned to clarity the next moment. She smiled faintly, "I told you, Mr. Yan's personal matters are not related to mine."
It's irrelevant, I'm just a secretary. Just like you, I know what I should know and what I shouldn't know. Didn't Sister Ji teach me early on?"
Sister Ji's face changed slightly and she chuckled, "An Xia, I used to think that you were very suitable for public relations. You seem to be very discerning and more capable than me."
The metaphor is too obvious.
An Xia's face felt as if someone had slapped her hard in the face, and there was a faint pain.
Maybe it was yesterday, but the pain of An Yingying's slap had not gone away. The concealer covered the faint mark, but it could not cover the pain of being insulted.
She took a breath and her expression became even calmer, "Sister Ji is my master. Is there any kind of apprentice like a master? I am really happy that Sister Ji appreciates me like this."