Secretary Song Yi sat in the driver’s seat. For no reason, he felt that the temperature in the luxurious car had suddenly dropped to the freezing point. Song Yi peeked behind through the rearview mirror. Fu Shu’s handsome face, which was as fair as jade, was plated with a dark and deep layer of frost, a layer of almost perverse frost had fallen.
“Young master,”Song Yi said in a low voice.
Fu Shu retracted his gaze indifferently. “Let’s go.”
“Yes.”
Song Yi drove away.
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Fu Shu returned to mansion 361. His other personal secretary, Zhou Tong, was already waiting in the mansion. Zhou Tong was a female secretary, and she and Song Yi were Fu Shu’s trusted aides, only they would come into contact with Fu Shu’s important political affairs.
Compared to Song Yi’s strict and respectful attitude, Zhou Tong was an outstanding strong woman. She was capable and intelligent, and Fu Shu placed a lot of importance on her.
