"You're resigning?"
Sun Mingli's brow furrowed. The other executives in the conference room perked up their ears as if they'd just heard some earth-shattering news, ready to enjoy the show.
"Isn't this exactly what you wanted?"
In a rare break from character, Qin Yuenan offered a breathtakingly beautiful, faint smile, but it was laced with a chilling coldness.
Hearing this, Sun Mingli clenched and unclenched her fists under the table.
Indeed, Qin Yuenan was right.
But from the company's perspective, she didn't want Qin Yuenan to resign.
Sun Mingli's feelings toward Qin Yuenan were complicated; it was a love-hate relationship.
She "hated" that Qin Yuenan had no sense of tact, didn't respect seniority, and constantly challenged her.
But she also "loved" that Qin Yuenan's professional skills and work ethic were a massive asset to the company.
Otherwise, there was no way she would have become the Marketing Director at only twenty-eight years old.
