Not long after, Fan Xing came again.
"Sister Yimo, your former assistant says there's an urgent matter and she must see you. If you don't meet her, at least call this number..."
"Didn't I tell you to send her away?" Ou Yimo frowned.
"But she seems to really have something urgent."
"In the future, anything related to this person doesn't need to be reported to me, just reject it directly."
Ou Yimo responded like this, directly tearing up the slip of paper with the phone number into bits and throwing it into the trash can next to her.
What is Qiaoqiao? Daring to make her call?
Something urgent? Then let her worry herself to death, what does it have to do with her?
Blind fool.
Fan Xing saw that Ou Yimo had torn the phone number to pieces and dared not say anything more.
She stepped back, and Qiaoqiao immediately came forward.
Fan Xing knew Qiaoqiao was Ou Yimo's former assistant, so she was relatively polite to her.
