Hearing Yue Tingfeng's voice, all of Yan Qingsi's hesitance dissipated at once.
Yan Qingsi rolled her eyes. "Come on, be serious. Was that fracas on the Web your doing?"
"What fracas? Please, I treat everything seriously when it comes to you." He seriously wanted to bed her, and he seriously wanted to flirt with her. Yue Tingfeng felt that he was always serious when he was with her.
Leaving behind a whole room of people with a phone in his ear and a smile on his face, his shareholders were left bewildered. Was it a game of changing faces? A minute ago his mood was so bad it felt like he wanted to throw every last one of them out the window.
It only took a phone call from god-knows-who to change his mood completely. His smile was even brighter the flowers blooming outside their office. His face changing skill tops even the best of the Beijing Face-Changing Opera.
Qu Jing was curious and his gaze followed Yue Tingfeng out the door.
