Qiao Jian had just stepped out when Yan Rusheng emerged from his office. He looked at Xuxu who was about to turn on her laptop and said in a commanding tone, "Wen Xuxu, come in."
Baffled, Xuxu turned to look at him. "What's wrong?"
Yan Rusheng said sternly, "You wasted my time this entire afternoon. Come and help me translate some documents."
A trace of coldness shot across Xuxu's eyes. I wasted your time this entire afternoon?
You could have used a better reason to find fault with me.
Of course, since it was work related, it didn't really matter to her what type of work she had to do.
"Alright," she replied with a nod and followed Yan Rusheng into his office.
Just as he turned around, a sly gleam flashed past Yan Rusheng's eyes and his alluring crimson lips curled into a weird grin.
