Suddenly, the door to the CEO's office was thrown open. Zheng Haoyu stood at the entrance, leisurely looking at Su Nian with even a hint of a smile on his lips. Su Nian sensed danger. She hardly remembered ever seeing Zheng Haoyu smile since they met, and the few times it happened, it was because she had annoyed him.
There's a saying that the hero's grave is in a gentle homeland, and Su Nian felt certain that she was going to die in this so-called "gentle homeland," except it didn't feel gentle at all. Although Zheng Haoyu's smile was soft, it felt like his eyes concealed a murderous sword.
"Miss Su, don't you think it's about time to give me an explanation?"
Zheng Haoyu's voice was sinister as it reached her. Su Nian shivered, "Hehe, Mr. Zheng, can I run away?"
Zheng Haoyu settled comfortably on the sofa, gently looking at Su Nian, "And what do you think?"
Miss Su put on a flattering smile, "What I think should be fine, right?"
"No."
"Then, can I faint?"
