Wu Yulin took out a few books from the bookcase and casually flipped through them. Then, he put them back in a daze and closed the bookcase. “This kid is still so boring. He can even read Philosophy!”
Muttering to himself, he walked to the front of the office desk and picked up a pen. As he played with it in his hand, he heard his cousin’s voice behind him. There was only a wooden board across the office desk. Wu Xuewei’s heart was about to jump out of her throat.
She secretly prayed that her cousin would never sit on the office chair!
The heavens did not seem to hear her prayers. Wu Yulin played with the pen for a while, then bypassed the office desk, wanting to sit on Feng Churui’s large office chair. At this time, Wu Xuewei had already closed her eyes tightly, she was ready to die.
Kacha --
Feng Churui pushed the door open and entered. Wu Yulin stopped in his tracks and turned back to look at him. “Ah Rui, are you done with the meeting?”
