Anyone else would have been puzzled.

Ke Rongshang has her own reasons for doing things.

At this moment, Rong Shang walked over in a few steps, picked up the check on the table with her two fair and beautiful fingers, and handed it to Han Sirong.

She smiled slightly, her voice casual.

"Everyone likes handsome guys, but compared to these material things, my reputation is much more important."

Not taking the check?

OK.

Rong Shang loosened her grip and threw the object directly onto Han Sirong.

She then turned and went back to her desk.

Han Sirong's gaze froze.

What is she saying?

Shop sign?

With a flash of insight, Han Sirong frowned as she looked at the woman's figure.

Did she know these photos were taken on cue?

Whether the woman in the picture is Gu Xingchen's girlfriend or not, nobody knows, not even the person who took the picture.

Feeling resentful, Han Sirong wanted to go over and say a few words of advice to her as she got up.

Just then, the office phone rang.

Rong Shang didn't care whether she had left or not and answered the phone, talking to the person on the other end for quite a while.

They practically ignored Han Sirong.

That's what angered Han Sirong.

She strode over in her high heels, slammed her hand on the desk with a loud thud, drawing Rong Shang's attention.

"Give me back the photos."

She reached out to her, asking for the photos she had just taken out.

It's ridiculous that she would keep her photos when the deal couldn't even be finalized.

With one hand covering the phone, Rong Shang looked up at the woman in front of her.

The other person's pretty, innocent face turned pale, red, and purple.

Are you angry?

Rong Shang nodded, raising her chin to indicate, "Under the table."

Han Sirong glared at her, then turned around, walked to the glass table, bent down, and picked up the envelope underneath.

As she was getting ready to leave, Rong Shang had already hung up the phone.

She rested her chin on her hand, watching the woman's departing figure as she slowly spoke, "If people find out you used these photos to expose Gu Xingchen to me, do you think you'd be torn apart by his fans?"

"You!" Han Sirong's pupils contracted. She turned around and looked at her, wondering what she wanted to do.

"Are you threatening me?"

Rong Shang shrugged. "I was just asking casually. Why are you so nervous?"

But she just knew.

This Anhao is a ruthless and heartless person.

"I'll have my assistant transfer 100,000 yuan to you later."

"What are you doing?" Rong Shang raised an eyebrow, feigning ignorance.

Han Sirong was angry, but she tried her best to hold it in.

She gave a forced smile and said, "I've troubled you for a while this morning, so consider this 100,000 yuan as my treat for you to morning tea."

Yeah?

That morning tea is way too expensive.

Rong Shang smiled.

Han Sirong felt a lump in her throat; she could no longer laugh and stormed off, seething with anger.

I don't know if he's stupid.

Two or three photos fell to the ground when they left.

Even from a few meters away, Rong Shang saw it and got up to pick it up.

It just so happens that this is the back view of Gu Xingchen pulling her away as they run away.

*

At the end of the month, wages are paid.

Rong Chang gave it to her.

But later, the top three performers of the month came up to her asking for concert tickets, leaving Rong Shang completely bewildered.

"What concert tickets?"

"Uh, boss, how could you forget?"

she?

What did she do?

Did you forget to receive some plot information?

That's indeed the case.

Rong Shang discovered that she seemed to know half of the plot of this world and half of it.

The system had said that there was nothing in this world, and she didn't need to know anything.

Just be yourself.

so……

She only found out later when her employee brought her the company's reward report.

The top three performers each month will receive concert tickets to Gu Xingchen.