The tea on the table was brewed by Jiang Qingkui, and his daughter was not sitting next to him. Instead, she was closer to Zhou Wang, even with her knees pointing in Zhou's direction...
Jiang Jiaxing couldn't sit still any longer.
He didn't care whether Zhou Wang was a billionaire anymore; he was about to stand up immediately, "Qingkui, come with me for a moment. Daddy has something to ask you."
With Jiang Qingkui's intelligence, she naturally knew what her father wanted to ask, but she didn't move. She just sat there shaking her head and said, "Dad, let's talk about it here. I know what you want to ask. It's about my relationship with Zhou Wang, isn't it?"
As Jiang Jiaxing nodded, Jiang Qingkui already calmly said, "I am his secretary now."
If Zhou Wang's earlier statement about earning a hundred million only made the living room silent, then now it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
