What's going on?
The sudden change in tone puzzled the HR Director Meng Qingping. Her well-maintained 37-year-old face showed a look of shock that didn't fit her position.
Gu Xiaoer, who had just sat down, relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief. However, when she heard Han Luoli's words, her face fell, and she blinked her eyes as she stared at the man at the head of the table, "President... President?"
"What, don't want to?" Han Luoli's direct gaze had already scanned Gu Xiaoer from head to toe, his deep eyes full of teasing, with a rascally smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Admiring her expressive little face was truly a delightful thing!
The people in the conference room were spellbound by his magnetic voice, almost nodding in unison: Yes, Mr. President, we are willing!
Gu Xiaoer, with a grievance as deep as the ocean, squinted her big eyes: Han Luoli, didn't we agree to pretend not to know each other?
