Wang Meixiang felt immense heartache, listening to Wang Lele's cries for help, as if they turned into knives continuously cutting wounds on her heart.
"I... admit, I'm sorry, Lele is a thug, Chen Wenwen, I'm begging you, spare him." Wang Meixiang said with a look of despair.
Hearing Wang Meixiang say this, Fan Xue finally smiled smugly, having completed the task Song Yang arranged, and managed to get that bag. If something happens with Song Yang tonight, then she wouldn't need to do those hard tasks in the company anymore.
A girl like Chen Wenwen does not want to work hard; doing nothing or free-riding is what she thinks inside.
Moreover, her thoughts are different from others. In Chen Wenwen's eyes, a beauty like her must have rich people look after her, and a noble woman like her shouldn't have to work.
