Zhuo Minglan herself was a little unclear about whose car she had gotten into. Li Ye ultimately did not dig to the root and pull up the stump. She was just a minor character, after all—raking the grass to catch a rabbit. She was not worth wasting too much energy on.
But while Li Ye did not want to waste his energy, Zhuo Minglan had energy to spare.
On the morning of the second day after Zhuo Minglan had been transferred over, Li Ye happened to enter the office building alongside her on his way to work. She even took the initiative to greet him.
"Director Li, what a coincidence. Back when I was at the First Branch Factory, I had already heard many stories about your accomplishments. Now that I've been assigned here, I'll certainly have to learn much from you."
Li Ye gave Zhuo Minglan a glance and saw her upturned brows and eyes, along with that smug look in them.
That gaze plainly said, My old mother has people above her. What can you do to me?
Naturally. Just two days ago, she had been ordered to suspend work; today, she had been promoted to Shang Bin's side, supposedly "to supervise the financial order of the entire group and provide Shang Bin with professional advice." Tell him—shouldn't she be proud of herself?
And look at her mental fortitude. She had just reported Li Ye for "misappropriating public funds," yet now she wanted to study hard under him. Study what? How to misappropriate public funds?
If Li Ye had been a university graduate fresh out of school, he certainly would have argued with Zhuo Minglan for a few words, at the very least asking about that report letter.
But with Li Ye's current age, standing, and experience, he