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Chapter 11 Shouldn't you be dead?

"Miss Qin, Miss Jiang is a game designer hired by the company. She came to join today..."

"Designer?"

Qin Yawei sneered at these three words and said:

"Not anymore."

Qin Yawei said firmly, and she also made up her mind that Jiang Nuantang would never be allowed to stay at Shaw Brothers.

Otherwise, when Jiang Nuantang and Shao Zhanlin meet one day, everything she has worked hard for over the years will be destroyed.

"But Miss Jiang was invited by Mr. Wen..."

Thanks to the popular science from people in the game department these days, the front desk was one of the few people who knew Jiang Nuantang's origins.

Seeing Qin Yawei's attitude, she naturally couldn't help but remind her.

Wen Tingyun.

Shao Zhanlin has been a good friend since childhood. He comes from a distinguished family and is now a director at Shaw Brothers.

Qin Yawei's eyes dimmed. If she had heard this name in normal times, she would definitely have tempered her temper and give the other person face.

But now she was facing the resurrected Jiang Nuantang, especially when she saw the provocative smile in his eyes. Qin Yawei couldn't convince herself to calm down. She puffed up her chest and said forcefully:

"So what? He's just a small designer. As the future mistress of the Shao family, I can afford to fire him."

"Miss Qin..."

The front desk showed hesitation and wanted to persuade again. Qin Yawei suddenly lowered her face and said coldly:

"What? What I said doesn't work, does it?"


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