"How did you get into President Han's office? Who let you in? And who allowed you to sit in President Han's chair? Do you know that without President Han's permission, no one is allowed to just barge into his office at Han Family Enterprises?!"
Faced with a barrage of questions from a woman who looked identical to herself but whose name she did not know, Xia Wan'an slightly knitted her brow.
Seeing the woman sitting in Han Jingnian's chair ignoring her, Su Ying clicked her heels and marched forward.
Xia Wan'an, sensing her approach, subconsciously pressed the bridal gown design draft she was holding back under the original documents.
Xia Wan'an's movement was swift; Su Ying didn't catch it clearly, but when she saw the mess on Han Jingnian's desk, she immediately pointed at Xia Wan'an and let out an astonished squawk, "Was it you who made such a mess of President Han's desk? What are your intentions here? Are you trying to steal Han Family Enterprises' secrets?"
