"This move has completely infuriated your second uncle," Shen Xian said with a grave voice to Gu Chen, looking at the seat where Gu Cheng had just sat.
The Meeting Room quickly emptied.
Gu Chen placed his hand over hers, "Some things need to come to an end. You've waited for three years, and I have waited just as long. Are you afraid?"
Shen Xian glared at him, "Afraid? Of course, I'm afraid."
Gu Chen chuckled softly. She claimed to be afraid, yet her face showed not a trace of fear.
By the time they returned to the thirty-third floor, Wan Qi was still there.
She was diligently organizing Gu Chen's office. The water cup that had been used and the tea set that had been moved on the coffee table had been put back in their places and even moved to what she believed were more suitable spots. The small blanket on the sofa had been neatly folded by her, and she had even sprayed her own scented perfume on it.
