"Harder... hit me... ah!"
Lin Jiang landed a slap. Before Fang Jie could react, a long-lost feeling of pleasure made her cry out.
"Have you learned your lesson?"
"I have."
"Good."
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK—
Just then, there was a knock on the door. Fang Jie hurriedly pulled down her skirt, zipped it up, and sat back on the sofa, instantly switching into her powerful, professional mode.
"Come in."
The office door opened, and He Jing walked in.
"President Lin, we have a problem. Someone exposed our food processing facility, claiming it has serious hygiene issues. It's already been posted online."
"Let me see."
He Jing brought her phone over to Lin Jiang, having already pulled up all the negative posts online.
"Is this our facility?"
"Our usual facility is currently under renovation, so we're using a temporary replacement. I didn't expect this to happen."
Lin Jiang thought for a few seconds. "So, in other words, this is our fault, right?"
"Yes."
