"Rock Paper Scissors, the loser goes."
That was Zhu Ya's suggestion.
"Agreed."
"You lost; it's your turn." Diwen joyfully displayed her scissors, relieved that she didn't have to go. Otherwise, her timid heart would have been scared to death.
Zhu Ya, with a sorrowful face, carried coffee into the president's office.
Lan Xin Ai had just ended a phone call when she noticed the door open, so she quickly composed herself to stand beside Xi Yemo.
As Zhu Ya served the coffee, she sensed a gaze on her - her face had a bitter smile.
Mr. President, are you trying to get us killed by flirting in front of Mrs.? Are you tired of living?
Distracted by that thought, Zhu Ya met Xi Yemo's glance. She forced a smile and said, "Mr. President, your coffee."
Lan Xin Ai felt as though she was about to explode. First, it was the previous secretary. Now, this one.
It was not these women's fault; her husband was simply irresistible.
