He tossed the pen forcefully, "Hey secretary," as he leaned against the back of his throne, "If you want to look at Ms. Lu, how about you just look right into her face as long as you want?"
"Umm…Eh?! Uh! Uh! My apology, president, sir, I'll b-be heading out to work now!" The little random secretary scurried out of his office like a rabbit from the wolf. It almost felt as if she was an ex-marathon runner.
Huo Yunting shifted his sight upon Lu whose head remained lowered since an hour ago.
He raised his brows, "Lu Zhaoyang, if you don't want to be paying the hospital bills before your retirement, you better be moving your neck from time to time."
That was when Lu Zhaoyang dramatically swang her neck and stretched her arm like a princess, yet with zero expression. She then returned her previous posture of The Thinker.
"Tsk!"
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