Feng Junjie was fuming at home. Last night everything had seemed so certain, but it had all fallen apart in just one day.
"Could it really be that Ye Fan that little bastard is getting the better of me?" he thought angrily. "In what way is he superior to me?"
"MD, I couldn't care less!" he cursed, but the next moment, the stunningly beautiful face and slender figure of Lu Xiaoman involuntarily popped into his mind, reigniting his frustration.
Then he couldn't help but think, "I hadn't expected that after a few years I wouldn't see her, she's become so beautiful, none of the high-maintenance women in the company can hold a candle to even one-tenth of her."
"And what's more, she actually owns a car, a house, and has even become the general manager of a company..."