Ye Zeming's thin lips curl into a faint smile, his eyes carrying a slanted, roguish look. He tosses down a document. "Sign it. From now on, you'll be my private detective."
A six-month private detective contract worth five million is an incredibly rare opportunity for anyone in the detective business.
But from then on, she finds herself serving tea and pouring water.
Every trivial task and major undertaking, whether it's worth worrying over or not, falls on her shoulders alone.
"Sorry, President Ye, I won't be your private detective."
"Are you dreaming?"
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