By the time Yan Su arrived at the conference room, everyone was already seated.
Mo Liuxi, wearing clean pants and a hoody, was leaning back on the couch with one leg flung out in front of him, lazily staring at the phone in his hand.
Hearing her enter, he raised his eyes and said, "Ms. Yan, what took you so long? I fell into the canal too but got here five minutes before you."
Yan Su wisely kept her mouth shut, refusing to take to the bait. She had nothing to say to him.
She now realized he was never going to stop giving her a hard time. And he loved nothing more than a spectacle.
"Oh, Come on. You're a guy, and she's a girl. Shi Xiang displeasedly spoke for Yan Su. "She has longer hair than you and had to spend a few more minutes drying it."
"That's true," Ji Nuanyi nodded in agreement. "Su, sit down, please."
