Chapter 53: The Person Hiding in Memories (3)

"So, Tang Nuan pried away all the contacts I spent two years cultivating in less than three months?" Song Qingchun's words clearly contained a hint of anger.

The assistant raised his head cautiously, glanced at Song Qingchun, then nodded lightly again, and said a word in a low voice: "Yes."

Song Qingchun chuckled as if he had heard such a funny joke, which was especially harsh in the quiet office.

The assistant took several steps back in fright.

Maintaining her elegance, Song Qingchun pointed to the assistant's door. After the assistant left, she took a few deep breaths.

Tang Nuan...Tang Nuan...It has been eight years since she knew this name. In these eight years, as long as she hears this name, nothing good will happen.

She didn't pay much attention to those headlines just now, but now she realizes that out of the eight headlines she got in a row, five of them were interviews with Song Qingchun's former contacts.

Yes... Once... She just left for three months and came back again, and the world has changed.

She always knew that she wanted the position of TW's female anchor, and Tang Nuan was no exception, and that woman was always ruthless, seeing that something happened to the Song family and she was in trouble, how could she not come forward and make trouble?

But her kick was really ruthless and merciless, kicking her back to her rookie days in the workplace...

But did she think that Song Qingchun could be killed by doing this?

There was a hint of sarcasm in Song Qingchun's eyes. She, Tang Nuan, thought it was too beautiful. Since she, Song Qingchun, could break the record of six consecutive headlines held by the former female anchor in a year, then she, Song Qingchun, could also Also in the shortest time, she broke the record of eight consecutive headlines set by Tang Nuan!

After Song Qingchun stabilized his mood, he went to the bathroom.

Along the way, many colleagues greeted her well, and then immediately gathered together to whisper after she passed by.

"The Song family can't do it anymore, Song Qingchun is no longer the daughter of a thousand gold..."

"That's right, she used to be full of jewels and famous brands all over her body, look how simple she is wearing now..."

"It is said that this morning, when she came to work in the company, she took a taxi..."

"Where's her Ferrari? Is it sold?"

The voices of some colleagues were unresponsive, some were loud, and the words fell into Song Qingchun's ears intermittently, as if she hadn't heard those words at all, the expression on her face did not change much, she just stepped on the thin and high High-heeled shoes, stepped into the bathroom elegantly.

Song Qingchun came out of the cubicle, and saw a Qianqian figure with his back to her, standing in front of the sink, applying makeup.

The figure of Qianqian seemed to realize that someone was behind him, raised his head slightly, and glanced at Song Qingchun through the mirror.

It's Tang Nuan.

The two of them stared at each other through the mirror for about half a minute before Song Qingchun strode up to Tang Nuan's side, turned on another faucet, and washed his hands unhurriedly under the rushing water.

Tang Nuan faced the mirror, applied lip gloss meticulously, pursed her lips, then glanced at Song Qingchun sideways through the mirror, and asked, "Song Qingchun, what does it feel like to be robbed of something again? How about it?"