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An Xin didn't know why, she had just changed jobs and had only been at work for a week. She shouldn't have made any big mistakes, right? What could a designer do in a company in a week?

Manager Zhu looked at An Xin and turned his head away. It wasn't that she was unwilling to help, but she had no way to help because An Xin was worried that she would lose her job.

Yet, Manager Zhu still remained silent. An Xin looked at everyone and finally looked at Manager Zhu. His face was pale and his eyes were filled with despair.

Pain.

It was really painful.

When An Xin opened her eyes, she was no longer in the car. Instead, she was in a large room with luxurious European decorations. White muslin fluttered in the wind in front of the French windows.

It hit her in the face, on the head, on the body. An Xin stretched out her hand and rubbed her fair arm. The place where she had been knocked against earlier had already turned purple.

"Miss An, you're awake!" Tinky stood to the side and smiled at her politely. She placed the item in her hand on the ground in front of her. "Young master asked me to give this to you. Young master said to tell Miss An to change into it before he comes back."

An Xin suddenly raised her head. Beside her stood an old man in his sixties. He had a very kind appearance and was dressed neatly. "Who are you? And who is this young master you're talking about?"

"Miss An, I'm the steward of this mansion. As for the young master I'm talking about, Miss An will know soon enough." Ding Qi respectfully said.

An Xin frowned. Just a moment ago, she had thought that this old man had a benevolent look on his face. But now, in the blink of an eye, he found it hard to speak. Can you tell me where this is? "Why did you capture me?"

Tinky's wrinkled face still maintained his smile. "This is Gong Mansion. I believe Miss An knows better than I do why we're here. I'll be leaving first. If there's anything else, just tell me."

Palace Mansion? An Xin suddenly felt as if she had been sent to hell. Her body began to tremble as she thought about the god of pests in the palace.

Not only did it make her feel disgusted, it was also extremely brutal. Thinking back to that day in the company conference room, when he had ruthlessly robbed her of everything, she couldn't help but tremble from head to toe.

"Bang!"

Gong Sheng walked in lazily from the door, his expression extremely unsightly as he looked at An Xin lying on the ground.

An Xin looked at the pair of leather shoes on the floor getting closer and closer to her, and her body was shaking more and more. The scene in the meeting room once again appeared in her mind.

She retreated a few steps with some lingering fear.

"An Xin, you're really good. What did I say that day?" This woman dared to not take his words seriously. She had just finished speaking that day and disappeared the next day.

His face was ice-cold, and filled with the irritation of the storm.

An Xin listened to him and thought about what happened in the meeting room that day. She slowly clenched her fists. That day, she had just lost her mother, yet she had actually done such a disgusting thing with this man before her.

"Gong Sheng, what exactly do you want? We've settled. It's not good for you to have someone warm your bed, so why not me? " An Xin suddenly looked up at him, her eyes filled with hatred.