It was signed off by Li Zhuoan. His handwriting was neat with a masculine edge to it. It was almost beautiful.
Stirring up trouble on Valentine's Day?! What was he trying to achieve?
Furthermore, how did Qi Chengzhi manage to have such impeccable timing?!
Song Yu's earlier mood had completely evaporated. She felt extremely sober. "Director Zhao is calling us for a meeting."
And, with that, she hung up; not bothering to wait for a response.
"Wow! This is such a huge bouquet! I'm sure that there must be at least 99 stalks of hydrangeas here!" exclaimed the bevy of women who had been clustered around Yunshu Yan's table as they migrated to hers.
"You can put it at the front desk. It looks rather festive," muttered Song Yu, shoving the bouquet into the arms of the receptionist.
