The corners of the man's eyes and eyebrows were overflowing with spring tide, making Ye Ling's heart beat faster. She instinctively leaned back and said, "I haven't finished my work yet."
Sheng Junlie furrowed his brows and looked at the neatly arranged files on the desk. He asked softly, "How many more do you have?"
Ye Ling couldn't read his thoughts and pointed to a pile of files next to her, saying, "These ones."
Sheng Junlie glanced at them. There were at least five or six files in that pile. He pursed his thin lips and said, "Take your time."
Saying that, he sat down on the sofa, as if waiting for her to finish reading the files and leave with her.
Ye Ling felt uneasy. What did Sheng Junlie mean? She was really afraid of him now.
"You..." She only managed to say one word before Sheng Junlie looked up at her.
