The secretary humbled himself like a grandson before his elders.
Sun Jingan was right beside him, clicking and clacking as he smoked.
When the secretary hung up the phone, he gently shook his head.
Sun Jingan narrowed his eyes.
He said, "Yin Changhe has set his heart on opposing me!"
He sneered, "To think he'd so readily believe a woman's words."
The secretary coughed lightly, "Mr. Sun, you could also ask Miss Su for help. She has many connections; perhaps she could be of assistance."
Sun Jingan sighed softly, "She's studying in Britain, how could she know such talents."
His headache was unceasing.
It really is lonely at the top!
Yet he couldn't confront He Jitang openly; that would be too hurtful to the old master.
The secretary saw his melancholy.
He sneakily sent a WeChat message to Su Ruanruan.
He begged Miss Su to find a way to help Mr. Sun, telling her Mr. Sun was in dire straits!
...
Meanwhile, Sun Jingan was plagued with a headache.
At Yin Mansion.
