"Who dares to assign you tasks?"
Han Luoli's voice replayed over and over in Meng Qingping's mind, and the image of the two holding hands seemed frozen before her eyes, impossible to shake off.
Gu Xiaoer watched Meng Qingping's reaction with some reluctance, shaking her head silently, not wanting to kick someone when they were down, but also not wanting to play the good guy and explain anything. After all, Da Luoluo already knew everything, whether it was meant to be said or not.
"President...this..."
Meng Qingping's face was deathly pale as she sought a negative answer from Han Luoli.
But there was none.
The man didn't even look at her, simply giving a cold command, "The lady wants to eat mousse cake, aren't you going to bring it here?"
The...lady?
Meng Qingping gulped dryly; there were too many surprises today, and she couldn't keep up.
