C19

It wasn't until 9 in the evening that Qiao Anxiao returned to the villa.

"Miss, we're here." The driver reminded her, and she realized she was at her door.

He paid the driver and got off the car. The gatekeeper respectfully greeted her when he saw her return. "Madam, you've returned."

"You've worked hard." Qiao Anyan smiled lightly and entered the door.

The servant opened the door for her. "Sir, you're not back yet?" he asked casually.

"Sir is in the study room upstairs. He has been back for a while."

Joanna nodded and went straight upstairs to the study. She was eager to have a good talk with him about her work,

As she was about to open the door, the woman hesitated. Instead, she knocked lightly on the door and asked tentatively, "May I come in?"

No one answered, but through the crack in the door he could see the light.

With a cold face and no words, it was no different from breathing like a dead person. Qiao Anyun secretly cursed and knocked on the door again but still no one said anything.

Since she was silent, then she would treat it as him allowing her to do so.

Qiao Anzhi slowly pushed open the door, entering with light footsteps.

Fu Siming was sitting at his desk, his head lowered as he wrote something. As usual, he did not react to her arrival. He did not even bat an eyelid.

Was he really going to ignore her?

"Fu Siming, I have something to tell you." Resisting the rage that was being ignored in his heart, Qiao Anxiao tried his best to convince himself to speak to Fu Siming properly and not use his trump card until the very last moment.

However, he continued to focus on what was on his hands, completely ignoring her.

He walked over to his desk and knocked on it, trying to distract him. He took the initiative to move closer to him and said, "Can you respect me a little? I have something to say to you."

Fu Siming lifted his head and gave her a nonchalant glance. After an "oh", he lowered his head again and continued ignoring her.

Since that was the case, she would have to use her final trump card.

"Fu Siming, what do you think I saw in the mall today?" The corner of Qiao Anzhi's mouth raised into a smile. He pretended to be mysterious and deliberately paused for a moment before saying, "I saw you with a woman and acted very intimately. "Aiya, it doesn't seem to be the same secretary who came to my house last time!"

Fu Siming frowned slightly. He raised his head and looked at her disapprovingly. Then, he calmly asked, "So what?"

So what? This person was really … Where did he get the courage to act so righteously despite having done something shameful?

"What do you want?"

"I just want you to listen to what I'm saying."

Fu Siming was noncommittal. However, he stopped what he was doing and raised his pretty eyebrows, indicating for her to speak.

When it was really time to say something, Qiao Anjiao was at a loss for words. He was stuttering as he simply said something.

"I... Didn't I go to an interview before? Those companies all refused to let me go … "

"So?"

"I heard …" "Your group has the best architectural design company in Tongcheng, so can you …"

Before she could finish her sentence, Fu Siming coldly replied, "No."

"Why?" Johann did not understand and could not help but raise his voice.

"You think my company is a charity?" After he finished speaking, Fu Siming picked up the documents on the table and continued flipping through them. "Get out."

Qiao Anjiao was definitely unwilling to admit defeat. He could only use the most shameless move: a threat.

"If you don't agree to my request, I'm going to make a ruckus! "It's nothing, I just don't know if it will have any negative effects on you or your company."

He sprang to his feet, walked around the desk, and strode up to her.

"You … What do you want? "

Seeing this, Qiao Anxiao cautiously watched as Fu Siming approached her step by step. He slowly retreated and was forced to a corner, with no way out.

"Tell me, how are you planning on causing trouble?"

The strange expression on his face gave her goosebumps. She was somewhat regretful for threatening Fu Siming, but since she had already spoken, how could she retreat?