Just then, a string of hurried footsteps echoed through the hallway as the girls rushed into the office, sweating profusely.
Seeing so many female models charge in, both Su Ziyan and Xiang Weiwei were stunned.
As the president, Su Ziyan quickly regained her composure; it must be the salary issue that the models were here for, right? How could she have forgotten about it because of Qin Yu's issue?
With a smile, Su Ziyan said, "Are you all here to inquire about your salaries? They will be issued today, but you'll need to wait a moment. I'll immediately notify the finance department to calculate everyone's wages."
"President Su, we're not here for our salaries. Please, please don't dismiss Mr. Qin. There's an old saying in Huaxia, 'ignorance is no fault.' Mr. Qin didn't know about your pollen allergy, so he accidentally brought the flowers inside," Du Wenjun earnestly said, stepping forward.
Su Ziyan's face was a picture of confusion—what on earth was this all about?
