Ye Wanwan nodded in greeting. "Miss Ye."
There was an elegant and graceful smile on Ye Yiyi's face. "Director Ye… Say, it must be a stroke of fate that Director Ye's surname is also Ye. Perhaps we share a common ancestor?"
A sneer rose on Ye Wanwan's face at Ye Yiyi's method of claiming familiarity. "Is that so?"
"May I ask Director Ye a question?"
Ye Wanwan answered, "Of course."
"Why must Director Ye follow Ye Mufan so staunchly and loyally? Director Ye must know the rumors about Mufan, right?"
"Is this question important?"
Ye Yiyi smiled. "I just find it a pity. A fine bird chooses a flourishing tree to nest in. A talented individual like Director Ye deserves a better platform."
Ye Wanwan swished the juice in her cup and furtively said, "Miss Ye wants to… poach me?"
