Li garden, villa, li junyu's study.
"Here, here you go."
Ruan Mengmeng passed the little notebook in her hand to the man behind the desk.
She was afraid of disturbing his meeting, so she only spoke softly.
Just now, after they had returned home, the foreign company had sent out an emergency video conference that had to be handled.
Li junyu had no choice but to 'let ruan Mengmeng off' for now.
At this moment, the man was sitting behind the desk and video-calling his subordinates.
He saw the girl who had just changed out of her 'Christmas love song' cloak and sneaked in wearing light pink pajamas.
Lord tyrant's cold eyes finally softened a little.
He took the little notebook that ruan Mengmeng handed to him and wanted to grab her little hand, pull it into his arms, and rub it.
Who knew that just as the large hand touched the young girl's small hand, it was 'ruthlessly' slapped away by her.
