"Me...me?"

Chen Zhenxing pointed to his nose in disbelief, his expression excited.

"Of course, who else do you think I would invite?" Ye Yun chuckled, raising an eyebrow and teasingly saying, "Director Chen, you don't trust me much. You didn't even ask me before leaving. Do you think I'm the kind of person who would bow down to a despicable person?"

"Haha... My fault, my fault!"

Chen Zhenxing quickly admitted his mistake, patting the back of his head in feigned embarrassment, his face flushed with excitement, cleverly concealing the panicked and helpless tears in his eyes.

He thought Ye Yun wouldn't choose him.

Given a clear distinction between interests, anyone who can weigh the pros and cons knows how to choose.

He didn't want to implicate Ye Yun either; if Yang Qinglin really did something to Ye Yun because of him, his sins would be immense.

Ye Yun pulled Chen Zhenxing into the shop.

Yang Qinglin's face darkened with anger.

As the dignified factory manager of a garment factory, he suffered repeated setbacks for the first time. His face turned frightened, and he threatened in a deep voice, "Ye Yun, are you sure you want to go against me?"

ha.

Ye Yun had just stepped onto the steps when she heard this and turned to look at him, a cold smile playing on her lips. "Who do you think you are to dare to oppose me? I didn't originally intend to do anything, but you guys kept chasing me. Since you want to play a game, then I can only play along!"

What?

Yang Qinglin was utterly shocked, his face turning ashen as he said, "You'd better not regret this!"

"How do you want my wife to regret this?"

A deep, cold voice suddenly rang out.

Not far away, Qin Zheng returned.