The DI Group's presidential office.
Gong Beiming's tall figure sank deep into the sofa, his jet-black suit nearly merging with the black genuine leather BOSS chair.
All day long, he had been controlled by an irritable mood, his slender fingers tapping on the desktop, his handsome face shrouded in a thick gloom.
This girl, she was truly elusive; he had originally thought there would be enough time to ease into things.
Unexpectedly, she acted so swiftly, directly putting their relationship out in the open for all to see, presenting him with a dilemma neither big nor small.
He stood up and walked to the window to look out, his bushy eyebrows tightly furrowed.
The rose fragrance was enticing, yet the flowers were also full of spikes.
It was always just when he thought he had the situation under control that she would stab him fiercely, leaving him at a loss for what to do.
Butler Shi came in from the outside, "Young Master, how should we deal with this matter?"
