Gu Xiaoer's voice trembled, yet it was very light, faint, and calm, a stark contrast to the screaming person she was just moments ago.
The stifling atmosphere of the private room seemed to snap like an overly taut string at her words, becoming oppressive.
Wei Feng dared not breathe heavily, looked at his Boss, and then at Gu Xiaoer, before he realized. Geez, why was he still gawking here? He'd better scamper off and let Boss handle this on his own!
"Go go go!" He urged the petrified managers, quickly making their exit.
Kind enough to close the door behind them, the vast space once again contained only Han Luoli and Gu Xiaoer.
The air appeared to stop circulating.
The suffocating and repressive ambiance made Han Luoli uncomfortably loosen his shirt collar. It was always he who stifled others; he never imagined he would meet his match.
That little girl's every frown and smile seemed to overpower legions.
