Mu Jiyun flew all the way back to Fashion International, and his anger was continuing, so that those who saw him all took a detour and did not want to become his next cannon fodder.

"Let Joet help me come in at once." Before entering the president's office, he had given orders quickly. He flung the door with a dark, handsome face. The atmosphere frightened the secretarial group outside. Their president had no choice but to take gunpowder today.

Mu Jiyun loosened his tie slightly and let the fire go. He knew that if the occasion had not been wrong, he would have let the wicked woman die miserably. He...