Inside the office.
Mo Chen sat on the swivel chair behind his desk with an irritable expression, a cigarette perched between his lips.
His slender fingers picked up a lighter and he lowered his gaze to light the cigarette.
A hint of roguishness pervaded his handsome features.
The door to the break room slowly opened.
Qiao Ruoxin came out, carefully glanced at the man, and said, "Brother Mo Chen, I'm leaving."
After speaking, she turned to leave.
Suddenly, the man's deep and icy voice came from behind, "You think you're leaving just like that? Get the fuck back here!"
Her silhouette stiffened slightly, before she turned and walked over to Mo Chen.
"What do you want?"
The man snuffed out the cigarette in the ashtray and abruptly pulled her into his embrace.
Qiao Ruoxin couldn't help but widen her eyes, a trace of fear evident.
She could clearly smell a hint of mint mixed with the tobacco scent.
