At the same time, in Feng Ji International.
Behind the huge, white, curved office desk, the man typed away on his laptop, his long, slender fingers elegantly flying over the keyboard.
He frowned and, reclining in his chair, he ripped the tie off his neck and fondled open the first button of his white shirt.
At this moment, Qiao Luna walked in.
"Boss, the..."
When her eyes met the scene of her boss ripping open a button of his shirt, she paused.
She was not drawn to the sliver of his collarbone revealed by the shirt or the slender fingers hovering above the second button but to the frown on the man's face.
Jeez! Was that really her boss? He looked so scary today! Did he get dumped?
"Do you have something to say?" Ji Xiehan's tone could not conceal his annoyance.
