The person that Duan Zhe admired the most was undoubtedly miss Jing. It had been a few years since he started working for Jiang Yu in the Army, but he had never seen anyone treat their department head like how miss Jing did. She would throw a tantrum at him and mock him whenever she was unhappy. Sometimes, she would even resort to violence.
However, the president never seemed to be angry. Not only was he not angry, but he also seemed to be enjoying it.
Now that the Minister was the new president, miss Jing did not show any restraint. It seemed that she did not intend to restrain herself for the rest of her life.
Hearing the angry curses from the back seat, Duan Zhe could only sigh. This was probably the power of love.
The moment the woman pounced on him, Jiang Yu had already caught her in his arms. As soon as the woman's hand reached out, he easily caught it. However, the content of Jing Tong's complaint still made him deeply stunned.
