No one answered.
She bit her lip, "Mu Huangnian, I'm giving you 20 seconds, come out."
Still no response.
Luo Qiangwei reached out to turn the doorknob, only to find it was locked from inside—
In TV dramas or novels, it's always the female protagonist who locks herself in a room in anger, and then the male protagonist finds every possible way to coax her… Was he reversing the roles on her?
Angered, she immediately went to get the key to the study and unlocked the door.
Before the spacious desk, the handsome and cold man sat in the leather chair, surrounded by a stack of documents, reviewing them with a pen in hand.
And when he heard her enter, he didn't even react.
Luo Qiangwei walked straight in, slamming her hands down on the desk, "Mr. Mo, what are you playing at? You're the one at fault, and you're throwing a tantrum here, are you trying to rebel?!"
Mo Shiche didn't look up, his voice hoarse, "Is there something you need? If not, please leave."
Something I need?
