General Manager Li watched Secretary Jiang's retreating back and sighed with emotion, "No wonder Secretary Jiang has been President Su's secretary for so many years. With this kind of perceptiveness, ordinary people simply can't compare."
It was truly impressive.
Whatever was on President Su's mind, Secretary Jiang probably knew it.
General Manager Wang nodded in deep agreement.
It was indeed the case.
Secretary Jiang knew President Su well enough.
Also, he felt that Secretary Jiang knew Young Master Lin quite well too.
The continuous chatter of the employees drifted into Huo Shen's ears.
Huo Shen's fists were clenched tightly. Unable to tolerate it any longer, he roared loudly, "All of you, shut up!"
Everyone instantly fell silent, looking at Huo Shen with weird expressions.
Huo Shen gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "President Su's private affairs are not for you to discuss."
Every single one of them was actually saying that Hua'er and Lin Xuan were a match made in heaven and went perfectly together.
Heh.
How were they a perfect match?
Lin Xuan was just a scheming man who deliberately tried to climb the social ladder. Everything he had now was given to him by Hua'er.
Without Hua'er, he would be nothing!
He was the man who was most worthy of Hua'er!
Some people who knew Huo Shen's true feelings clicked their tongues and shook their heads.
General Manager Wang looked confused. "What's going on? Why is President Huo acting like he swallowed gunpowder? He usually seems so gentle, so why did he suddenly lose his temper?"
"You don't know about this, do you?" General Manager Li explained. "This President Huo actually likes President Su too, so naturally, he doesn't like seeing others discuss President Su and Young Master Lin."
"I see."
General Manager Wang nodded.
If that were the case, then President Huo's sudden outburst made sense.
"This President Huo is indeed excellent and very handsome, but I always feel that he still can't compare to Young Master Lin," General Manager Wang said.
Young Master Lin single-handedly developed the Tianmu Group and was exceptionally talented in computers.
As for President Huo, he completely relied on the Su family to achieve his current success.
This President Huo couldn't compare to Young Master Lin at all.
"I think the person most worthy of President Su is still Young Master Lin," General Manager Wang continued.
General Manager Li nodded. "I think so too. President Su likes Young Master Lin so much, and her attitude toward President Huo is usually ice-cold. If President Huo still wants to be with President Su, he'd be better off dreaming."
In his eyes, this President Huo was just a toad lusting after swan meat.
The two of them were quite far from Huo Shen and spoke in low voices, so Huo Shen was completely unaware of their discussion.
Huo Shen took a deep breath.
"Next time, don't let me hear you discussing them." Huo Shen's gloomy gaze swept over the employees who had just been chatting so happily.
Then he strode away.
Those Su Group employees made faces behind Huo Shen's back.
"President Su often hears us talking about her and Young Master Lin, and she never says anything. Who is he to point fingers?"
The employees felt very indignant in their hearts.
There were quite a few people in positions like Huo Shen's within the Su Group, but none of them constantly put on airs of superiority like he did.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Someone like him actually dared to covet President Su? In his dreams.
When Huo Shen first came to the company, the Su Group employees thought he was quite handsome and had a good impression of him. But once they found out he also liked Su Hua, they couldn't stand the sight of him.
"What Young Master Lin said in front of President Huo just now was really satisfying. Those words hit right at President Huo's sore spot. Looking at his expression, I bet he was grinding his back teeth to dust."
"How could he not? I guess President Huo absolutely hates Young Master Lin to the core. But no matter how much he hates Young Master Lin, he can't get rid of him. He just has to swallow it."
"Right, right. Young Master Lin is really amazing. Anyone who dares to go against him ends up badly. Just look at what happened to those people from the Lin family. If this Huo Shen dares to interfere in the relationship between President Su and Young Master Lin, Young Master Lin will definitely make him pay dearly."
The employees were full of excitement.
They couldn't wait to see how Lin Xuan would deal with Huo Shen.
Meanwhile.
Lin Xuan carried Su Hua out of the Su Group building.
He had originally planned to carry Su Hua to his own car.
Suddenly, he remembered the things Jiang Yutong had given him sitting in the back seat of his car.
Even though Jiang Yutong was his cousin and different from other women, he had no intention of accepting her gifts.
However, less trouble was better than more trouble.
Lin Xuan asked, "Hua, where is your car?"
"We can just take Xuan's car back." Still resting in Lin Xuan's arms, Su Hua absentmindedly played with the buttons on his shirt.
Lin Xuan coughed and said, "Hua, my car was sent in for maintenance."
Su Hua's gaze landed on a car in the parking lot, and she narrowed her eyes. "Isn't that Xuan's car? But why did Xuan say his car was sent for maintenance?"
There was a hint of danger in her voice.
Lin Xuan: "!!!"
Damn it!
He was careless.
How could he forget that his car was parked right nearby?
"Huh?" Lin Xuan feigned confusion. "I already sent someone to take the car for maintenance. Why hasn't it been driven away yet?"
"Forget it, he'll probably come to get it later. Hua, let's just leave the car here and wait for him to drive it to maintenance. I'll drive your car to dinner," Lin Xuan said, putting on an act.
Su Hua sharply sensed that something was wrong.
Looking at Xuan's expression, he was lying.
Su Hua narrowed her eyes dangerously.
She suddenly smiled.
"But, I want to ride in Xuan's car back today. Xuan will agree, right?"
Lin Xuan frowned. "But..."
"Xuan is still refusing?" Su Hua pressed her slender, fair fingers against Lin Xuan's lips. "Xuan looks like he really doesn't want me to ride in your car. Could it be that there's something inside that I can't see? Let me guess what it is."
"Is it a woman? Or, are there gifts for a woman inside? Or perhaps, some woman left something in there, which is why Xuan is so nervous and doesn't want me to get in the car."
"Am I guessing right?"
Lin Xuan: "!!!"
Where was Hua's imagination running off to now?
"Hua," Lin Xuan hurriedly explained, "how could there be a woman hidden in my car? Don't misunderstand."
He let out a breath.
It seemed he had no choice but to take Hua to the car to see for herself. If he continued to refuse, Hua would probably think he had a guilty conscience.
"Alright then," Lin Xuan could only nod and say. "We'll take my car back."
Lin Xuan opened the car door and placed Su Hua in the passenger seat.
At a glance, Su Hua noticed the things in the back seat.
There were actually a lot of flowers, along with many gifts.
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