Fang Yu spread his hands and said to the girl leading the way, "Who is this person? How dare they yell at my wife!?"
"Wife?" The girl was utterly confused.
"Forget it, it's no use explaining to you, I'll go in myself."
Their marriage certificate had always been a very secretive affair, so it was normal for others not to know. Without another word, he pushed open the conference room door.
The girl tried to stop him, but it was too late.
Bang!
The door, too flimsy to withstand Fang Yu's forceful push, slammed against the wall, causing a deafening noise.
The room fell silent.
Everyone turned to look at Fang Yu at the door.
The conference room was large.
Seated around the massive oval table—filled with successful figures in suits—were people either with documents or laptops in front of them.
Only Ye Wenjun was sitting alone at the front.
Ye Wenjun, dressed in a professional and delicate office lady attire, also looked towards Fang Yu.
All was quiet.
