Wang Yue wiped his face, "Yeah, it seems... it is."
It was more than just anger; the air was almost suffocating with his gloomy aura.
Li Qiao's fingers caressed the teacup as she gazed out the window, her lips gently curving into a faint smile.
Standing before her, Wang Yue cleared his throat silently and grumbled inwardly, You still have the nerve to smile?
The two of you have a lovers' quarrel, and the whole office suffers. Unbelievable.
Wang Yue dared not say too much, and just before leaving, he heard Li Qiao instruct him, "You go ahead with your work, don't tell him I've been here."
Let's call it a surprise for him.
"Alright, Miss Li." Wang Yue complied, his head hanging as he left the office.
Anyway, the boss was in a meeting, with no end in sight.
A couple of dozen executives were there, each being scrutinised for faults, one by one.
Ah, men!
