The atmosphere in the office was momentarily stagnant.
Jiang Jingheng's expression was cold, devoid of any warmth, and his distant attitude was apparent.
Lian Jun hurried in, apologetically saying to him, "Young Master, Miss Zhao insisted on barging in, and I couldn't stop her."
Jiang Jingheng lowered his eyelids, glancing at the documents on the table, and said indifferently, "Get out!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Xiyue was about to step forward, but Lian Jun stopped her.
"Miss Zhao, please leave."
Zhao Xiyue looked at him and said coldly, "Shouldn't you be the one leaving?"
Lian Jun remained unperturbed, "Young Master was referring to you."
Having been by the Young Master's side for so long, if he couldn't make this judgment, he wouldn't be needed anymore.
A trace of anger flashed in Zhao Xiyue's eyes. She turned her head to Jiang Jingheng and said sternly, "Do you really detest me that much?"
