"It's you! Secretary He!"
When Wang Ying saw the woman's face clearly, she frowned.
This Secretary He is my father's secretary, isn't she? How come she's here as well? And Secretary He is actually the master of this middle-aged divine rod?
Not only Wang Ying, but Yang Tian and Ling Ying were also puzzled.
"I'm telling you, this guy clings to my father and even tries to force my sister to have an abortion. Just look at him, he's no good!"
Wang Yue yelled out loudly.
She waved her hands, almost ready to swing a big knife at them.
Yang Tian patted Wang Yue's little head, signaling her to calm down. He stepped forward: "Secretary He, you are his master?"
Slap!
Secretary He didn't say anything but turned around and slapped the face of the middle-aged divine rod.
"Master, why did you hit me?"
The middle-aged divine rod was stunned.
"Didn't I tell you not to go around pretending to be mysterious? You bullied my people, now apologize immediately!"
Secretary He said solemnly.
