Gu Xiaoer sulked with her little head under the firm pressure of the man's palm, rolling her eyes in discomfort. Since when was she the Virgin Mary, and why would she plead for mercy?
"Ten minutes later, I don't want to see you in the company anymore," Han Luoli's thin lips breathed coldly, "Get out."
The expulsion had become a reality, leaving Meng Qingping with nothing but deep regret.
The man's hellish, demonic eyes and his pallor kept haunting her mind, and she resignedly accepted her fate, walking stiffly out of the CEO's office.
She finally understood that Gu Xiaoer was the darling held close to the CEO's heart, and that Old Mr. Han was the taboo buried deep in his heart, never to be mentioned.
The vast office returned to utter silence.
Gu Xiaoer was still pressed against the man's chest, clearly hearing the "thud thud thud" of Han Luoli's heartbeat, steady and strong. But why did she detect a chill and desolation in it?
