He's Not Wrong

Feng Xuan had just received a new list of candidates for her new secretary. She was examining each profile carefully. She had to pick which ones should be up for interview.

She was actually liking this short-haired girl with a great resume. She had a nice and kind face—the kind of secretary you would want to treat to lunch everyday. The others didn't stand out.

While she was busy looking at the profiles, Feng Xuan heard a lot noise from the hallway. Brows furrowed together, she got up from her seat, and went out. There she found Qing Chen blocking the hallway, talking to a huge man with a big belly. 

"Why?" Qing Chen asked. "I need you to tell me why you have to see her."

"I told you, Mr. Qing," said the man in a louder voice that echoed to the walls. "It's a private matter."

Feng Xuan put her hand on her hips. "What's going on here?"

Qing Chen looked at her. "The detective wants to speak with you."