Half an hour later, Yan Shixiu saw Shi Lan at the dilapidated factory.
The young missus was wrapped up tightly, walking with her usual disregard for kinship.
At this time, Xun Yinghua, who was waiting in the car, also saw the WeChat message sent to him by Shi Lan. The little assistant shivered because he truly didn't know whether he should tell Shi Lan about this matter or not. But after weighing their respective influences and considering his boss's strict wife, Xun Yinghua finally decided to come clean with the madam; after all, a wise man adapts to circumstances.
"President Yan, what time is it now? You're leaving work early..."
Before Shi Lan could finish, Yan Shixiu pulled her into his embrace, "Thank goodness."
Shi Lan stood still, letting Yan Shixiu hold her, then turned to look at Xun Yinghua who had just gotten out of the car.
Xun Yinghua pointed to the phone in his hand, the answers were all on WeChat.
