Jasmine Yale returned to the office with a somewhat indifferent expression.
Flora Sutton thought she was ill: "Jasmine, what's wrong? You took a call and your face doesn't look too good."
"It's nothing, just too hot."
"You need to take extra care, it's different when you have a baby."
Jasmine Yale smiled: "Mm."
Just after sitting down, she saw a text message on her phone: The president is pretty strict with subordinates, you'll get used to it, just don't take it to heart.
It was from an unfamiliar number.
Jasmine Yale thought for a moment, the number seemed familiar.
Oh, right, it's from Kade Yuvan.
Jasmine Yale replied with a few words: It's okay, I didn't take it to heart.
After typing, she looked at the scar on her left wrist.
She was wearing a short-sleeved dress, couldn't cover it even if she wanted to.
She indeed didn't take it to heart.
It's just that his skill in reprimanding people remained as consistent as ever.
