His Fiancée

The following day at work, Ye Chen was cold and threatening as usual. His eyes seemed even colder. Once he stood there, the whole MBS was covered in a layer of frost.

The secretarial department was busy as usual, and Cheng Anya was busy like a spinning top. She had to arrange for a suitable schedule, deal with Ye Chen's mistresses, endless calls, and endless documents. Her hands did not seem to stop.

One call from Ye Chen and she was summoned into the office for the sixth time.

"Keep your evening free." Ye Chen coldly instructed without raising his head. "Accompany me to a banquet."

Cheng Anya startled slightly. She was his secretary and was supposed to accompany him for such social engagements, but shouldn't he choose Yun Ruoxi to attend such a banquet with?

She did not dare to say much and went out of the room.

During the midday.

The lift of thirty-second floor rang and Yun Ruoxi was here!