Ye Qingge quietly stood there, her eyes scanning the room with disinterest.
This was because she was keeping an eye on the man's back, waiting.
"If you won't behave yourself, I'm going to be angry!" Li Beichen gently rubbed the space between his brows.
The person on the other end of the call was Li Beichen's son, Li Mumu.
That boy of his could be a gigantic headache at times.
He was only five years old, yet had entered his rebellious stage in advance.
Ye Qingge stiffened when she heard the man's gentle yet slightly exasperated voice. That voice belonged to Li Beichen…
'Is he the boss? That can't be! Sister Bing mentioned that the boss's surname was Gu…'
"Of course, as long as you behave yourself," Li Beichen's voice sounded cheerful and a little indulgent, as if he had gotten some form of reassurance.
That warmth and indulgence startled Ye Qingge.
