Ou Tiandao frowned, "Who?"
"She says she's Lina."
Upon hearing this name, our calm Mr. Ou immediately pans, almost spilling his wine onto his shirt, "Don't answer."
"Okay." The secretary promptly replied.
The door remained quiet for ten minutes, then the sound of knocking began again. Mr. Ou put down his wine in annoyance, "What now??"
There were so many goddamn calls today, so many that it was messing up his mood.
"President Ou, it's a call from Italy." This time a different voice was heard.
"Lina?"
"Yes, President Ou."
"Don't answer."
"Yes."
Ou Tiandao angrily glared at the doorway, grinding his teeth as he slammed his wine glass onto the table.
An Italian woman named Lina, so vulgar. Just by thinking about it, it was clear who it was.
Who else could it be other than Mr. Diers' fiancée, who had been left to fester in some corner of the world?
However...
Ou Tiandao frowned slightly, wondering how this damn woman got his office number??
Who the hell told her??
