Slap, slap.
Loud slaps rang out, immediately drawing blood from the corner of Shen Yan's mouth.
Song Wanqiu gripped her neck, "You can't even handle this simple task? It seems all these years I've given you so many benefits for nothing! Without me, do you think you could have stepped foot in this building?"
"Shen Yan, since you've chosen to be a dog, do your damn job well!"
As she spoke, Song Wanqiu vented her anger by smashing Shen Yan's body towards the other side.
Shen Yan, just having been scolded by that woman, was somewhat drained and, upon hitting the wall, collapsed to the ground like a broken doll.
Song Wanqiu stepped forward in her little sheepskin heels and stopped before her, the sharp tip of her shoe resting on her face.
"This afternoon we will be going to Cha Hua Manor to meet President Yu. I'll find some excuse to bring you along. Think of a way to make President Yu dislike her, understand?"
"Understood."
Shen Yan clenched her teeth and nodded.