The expression on Song Qinghuan's face remained typically calm, but her heart contradicted her calm facade. She felt awkward, the tumult overwhelming.
Damn it, why was he laughing like that? It's too exaggerated. Look at that "Manager Zhao", his face didn't mirror his ridiculous laughter. He was utterly calm!
But there was something about this "Manager Zhao's" expression that inexplicably made her heart feel cold.
She swore to herself, once she joined Times Group, she would never have to see these two weird men again.
"Well, Manager Zhao, your guest has arrived. I won't disturb you any longer. I'll come to your office tomorrow..." Song Qinghuan really didn't want to stay any longer. It was best to quit while you're ahead and discuss business matters in the office the next day.
"Manager Zhao" had already accepted her red packet, so he was definitely going to help her. Otherwise, it would be a clean break. She, Song Qinghuan, was not a pushover and was fully prepared for all possibilities.
Shi Yuhuan slightly narrowed his eyes, his inherent composed and elegant demeanor made him seem very charming.
"..." Just as he was about to speak, the sound of "knock knock" heels echoed from outside the door.
The door to the private room was once again flung open with a "bang!"
A good-looking, curvaceous, and breathtakingly beautiful woman walked in. Without hiding her domineering aura at all, she stomped in with a furious expression on her face.
She was wearing a mesmerizing red mini skirt, her enormous breasts pushed up high on her chest. This made Song Qinghuan inexplicably worried about the woman's attire. Would the explosive chest manage to tear apart the tight dress?
When he saw her, Li Qianze was clearly taken aback, then looked at Shi Yuhuan in terror, "Bro, I'm not involved in this!"
Whether he liked it or not, he had to admit that this woman must have followed him in.
After the glamorous woman came in, she completely ignored Li Qianze and Song Qinghuan.
Her arrogant face was replaced by a wronged and accusatory expression as soon as she saw the classy man.
She approached, shoved Song Qinghuan away from Shi Yuhuan's face, and questioned, "Why are you always avoiding me?"
Yet, the expression on Shi Yuhuan's face remained as indifferent as ever, his frosty eyes drifting over the woman with measured coolness. His chiseled lips remained sealed and he said nothing.
With a slight bite on her lip, she felt wronged. Had he grown to despise her even to speak?
But most of all, she was furious, "Emperor, I'm asking you! Why are you always avoiding me!"
Emperor? Emperor?
Song Qinghuan couldn't help but smirk. Did this "Manager Zhao" translate his English pseudonym to Emperor? Did he think of himself as a ruler who could flip the world with his hands? What a pompous jerk!