As Nangong Xingchen got lost in the memories of the past, a series of urgent knocks on the door suddenly broke her reverie. The irritated Xingchen Mistress furrowed her brows slightly and spoke with annoyance, "Come in."
The visitor was a devilishly handsome man, donning a garish red suit that was anything but effeminate; instead, he exuded a commanding presence and a powerful aura.
"Hua Zheng, what are you here for again? I'm busy."
Every time she saw Hua Zheng, Nangong Xingchen felt a great headache coming on. This suitor, full of tricks, was truly exhausting her.
"Xingchen, why won't you answer my calls, reply to my texts? Can't you see my love for you? All day you're busy, busy, busy—are you just busy avoiding me? Don't I understand you? You've handed over the affairs of your group to a professional CEO."
