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An hour later, Wen Nuan arrived fuming at the base of the Anning International Building.

How outrageous, was Ye Feimo sure he was pursuing her?

Wuwu... She was such an idiot, why did she rush to cook and bring him food just because he said he had a stomachache, fully knowing he was using a ruse. The saying was right, for every pot, there's a lid; they were indeed well-matched.

The reception had already been notified, and Zhang Ling came down to meet her directly; Wen Nuan took the President's exclusive elevator straight up to the 32nd floor, where Second Young Master Ye's chief secretary couldn't help but take a second look at Wen Nuan.

It had been several months since she last saw Wen Nuan at Anning.

Back then, Wen Nuan was just for a routine signing.

Wen Nuan always greeted people with a smile, and with a smile from Zhang Ling, she quickly led her up to the 32nd floor.