Ginza Apartment.
Chi Xiaoyu walked into the living room, still draped in Gong Beiming's suit jacket.
The jacket carried his distinct masculine scent and a faint whiff of cologne, oversized and warm on her body, she couldn't bear to take it off.
Once inside, Chi Xiaoyu noticed that the living room was a mess again, the liquor cabinet overturned, red wine spilled all over the floor.
Clearly, these were the victims of Gong Beiming's violent temper.
Actually, on the way back, Gong Beiming's face was gloomy, and he didn't utter a word.
She bit the back of her hand and glanced at Gong Beiming, "Hey, are you still angry?"
Beiming yanked off his tie and threw it towards the sofa, his tall figure heading toward the study. His handsome face still wore a trace of residual anger.
He ignored her.
He really was angry!
Alright, she did use him, secretly got him drunk to get his signature, and moved the company's funds.
