What Should You Do When You Run Into Your Wife Dancing at a Bar?

Jiang Zhou came out of the conference room and strode toward his office. A secretary hurried after him, reporting what had happened outside during the meeting.

“Boss, three calls came in just now. Two were from business partners and were handled by the sales consultants. The other was to your private line.”

“Mm, understood. Have the sales consultants come in later and brief me on the situation. That’s all.” Jiang Zhou took off his jacket and tossed it onto the sofa. He pulled out his chair, loosened his tie, and closed his eyes. “From now on, don’t bother me about calls to my cell unless they’re work-related.”

“Understood. I only mentioned it because I saw the name you’d saved that number under. It won’t happen again, Boss.” The secretary hurriedly explained.

Jiang Zhou paused, lifting his eyelids slightly. “What name?”

“Little Orange.” The junior secretary was trembling with nerves. He’d only been on the job for a few days, and already he had to face the head of the company. He was terrified of making a mistake.

“Bring it here.” Jiang Zhou held out his hand.

The junior secretary froze, then hurriedly handed Jiang Zhou’s phone to him with both hands.

“You can go now.” Jiang Zhou took the phone and spoke coolly.

The junior secretary left the office as if fleeing, relieved beyond words...