She was to Zhou Jin'an what Xu Mei was to An Jinhua—a high-level wage worker.
Even if one day she left, she would carry their brand upon her.
If she did well, she'd be the icing on the cake; if not, she'd smear their name.
Those who remembered past affections, like Zhou Jin'an, would lend a hand; those who didn't care would kick someone when they were down, cutting off the last tie.
Xu Mei was smart. She'd seen many comings and goings, and Qiao En provided an explanation. Whether true or false, she did not expose it.
"Director Zhou is sentimental, don't let him down!"
Qiao En showed a naive smile, "I'm not someone whose body is at Cao's camp but whose heart is with Han. You can rest assured, Manager Xu, call me anytime for work, I'll be there."
After leaving Tianyu, Qiao En's back was covered in cold sweat.
An Jinhua was like a wild wolf, impossible to guard against.
Dancing with wolves and plotting with tigers, Qiao En's chances were slim.