Bo Yunli said nothing.
He did not see the advertisement at the end of the post and threw his phone back to his desk.
Lu Wenbin knocked on the door and came in, just in time to see this scene.
What should he say about the president's expression at this moment...?
It was an expression of pure vitriol.
Bo Yunli looked him in the eye, and he stiffened before turning around and leaving.
'I'll come back in the afternoon...'
Bo Yunli shifted his chair to the side and slowly exhaled. He raised his hand to press down on the blue veins that were throbbing behind his ears.
She wanted to be married to Lei Jie?
And she even called him 'husband'?
Bo Yunli took a deep breath and tapped his finger on the armrest of the chair.
First it was Qi Yu, then it was him, and now it was an old celebrity.
This little girl was still a brat...
After a long while, he felt that... she could not be blamed.
