Xia Wanyuan looked up. A woman with neat short hair was walking up the steps. This woman was extremely young, but her eyes were sharp. She looked like a domineering person.
Jun Shiling did not turn around. Seeing that Xia Wanyuan was sizing up the person behind him, he pinched her face. "Go in. It's cold outside. I'll pick you up later."
Xia Wanyuan did not say anything. She nodded and entered the school building. Seeing Xia Wanyuan's figure disappear at the elevator, Jun Shiling turned around and left.
Watching Jun Shiling leave coldly, the short-haired woman was not angry. She only sneered softly. "The head of the Jun family indeed has the right to be arrogant."
Xia Wanyuan went upstairs. Just as she sat in the meeting room, Jun Shiling sent her a WeChat message.
Jun Shiling: "That woman just now is the eldest daughter of the Jiang family. She just returned from America. Ignore her."
