The photo frame fell at Qiao Xu's feet.
Qiao Xu subconsciously looked down, the back of the frame was facing up, so she couldn't see the photo in it. But she could guess that it must be someone important for a tough guy like Lu Moqing to place it on his office desk.
Just as curiosity arose in her heart, Lu Moqing was faster than her. He let go of her, picked up the frame, and casually threw it into his desk drawer.
Upon meeting Qiao Xu's curious gaze, his eyes showed a hint of guilt, and he avoided her gaze unnaturally, saying:
"It's Jiang Hao's photo, he always places it randomly."
He was so eager to explain that even he didn't realize how far-fetched his explanation was.
At this moment, Jiang Hao, who was being punished in the mailroom, couldn't help but sneeze.
Who? Who's talking about me?
Qiao Xu's gaze lingered meaningfully on his guilty face for a few seconds before she withdrew it with a nonchalant smile.
"You do spoil Assistant Jiang quite a bit."
