Shen Mu delivered two documents to the CEO's office before leaving work. He knocked the door, went in, and saw the man standing in front of the window, as handsome and domineering as usual. Since he was working, his shirt was all buttoned up and he was neatly dressed.
This was how he had been like when he was working in the company in the last three years.
Shen Mu went over and put down the documents. For some reason, he felt the air-conditioning temperature of the room was too low. He turned his eyes to the air-conditioning but found that the temperature was the same as usual, not too low.
"CEO Mo, are you going to attend the dinner party in the Haitai Street Hotel tonight?"
Mo Jingshen put one hand in his trouser pocket, his face deadpan and his voice indifferent. "Yes."
He only said a word, but how come he felt as if falling into an ice cellar?
It was chilly.
