You Stinky Mingzi!

The clothes were all dirty, including Li Yingzi's... ahem, you get it.

Everything was messed up, making it obviously impossible to wear again.

Jiang Siming had no choice but to call Qi Muqing in.

"Chairman, what happened?"

"President Li's clothes got dirty. Drive to her house and bring her a set of clothes, including the ones underneath."

Only Qi Muqing could help with this.

"Understood, Chairman."

Qi Muqing found it a bit strange—how did President Li get her clothes dirty in the office? What were they doing?

Though curious, she wisely chose not to ask.

"Remember, don't let anyone else in the company know."

Jiang Siming was afraid of misunderstandings among employees, but saying it like that only made it seem more suspicious.

"I understand, Chairman."

Taking Li Yingzi’s house key, Qi Muqing left with her sister.