The man exhaled a long trail of smoke, seemingly with a hint of gloominess, "The young miss said that recently she's attracted too much attention, so we need to keep a low profile." Then he put out his cigarette and rubbed his temple, "You go back first, I'm going to rest."
In the large private room, a man lay in quiet repose.
He turned and tossed in bed, unable to sleep, with his mind filled with thoughts of that young girl. If only she were here.
"Thump, thump, thump!"
At that moment, the door to the private room unexpectedly sounded.
Gu Xiaoer stood in front of the only private room on the eighth floor, knocking on the door with trepidation.
A whirlwind of emotions passed through her mind—fear, dread, nervousness, helplessness. This was the President of Shenghan Group, the most high-status person she had ever encountered in her twenty-two years, without a doubt.
Clenching the documents in her hand, she realized her fingers were trembling.
In the luxuriously decorated hallway, which was set to a comfortably constant temperature, she felt cold.
In her mind, she muttered as if possessed: smooth and successful, smooth and successful...
She knocked twice and waited for twenty seconds, but there was no response.
The longer the wait dragged on, the more tormented Gu Xiaoer became; her heart nearly leaped out of her throat.
"I'll knock one last time, if no one opens the door I'll leave!"
Gu Xiaoer steeled herself, ready to knock again, when the door clicked open in response to her touch.
It opened...
The door actually opened...
She was about to meet Mr. President!
Almost reflexively, Gu Xiaoer stood up straight and bowed deeply at 180 degrees, her long ponytail sweeping the floor.
"Good evening, Mr. President, Mr. President, goodnight! I'm a student from Nanyi... I, I mean..." Her nervousness resulted in incoherent speech...
"Xiao Er?!" A magnetic voice filled with surprise, incredulity, and confusion rang above her head.
As soon as Gu Xiaoer heard the familiar voice, something didn't seem right—
She abruptly lifted her head, her wide eyes unblinking, staring in shock at the lean man casually leaning against the doorjamb.
A dark grey shirt, black trousers, one hand nonchalantly tucked in his pocket, his perfectly sculptured features wore a look of puzzlement, his eyebrows knitted as he stared at her.
She was bewildered. What was going on?
That must be Da Luoluo...
Why was Da Luoluo here?
"Bang!"
She snatched the door and slammed it shut.
As if she had seen the plague itself, she ran frantically downstairs, not stopping until she reached the entrance of Yanhuang and saw the bold "Yanhuang" sign clearly.
Scratching her head and panting, she thought: No mistake, this is the place the principal described.
Was it the way she opened the door that was wrong?
No, she must try again!
The same eighth floor, the same private room.
Han Luoli squinted at the young girl who had suddenly appeared, then ran off, only to return again, her face a portrait of misery and confusion. The adorably foolish look made his heart itch.
Heh, a delivered little miss...
"Da Luoluo..." The girl was more than a little surprised, looking up at the man standing tall under the light, "Da Luoluo, why are you here? No, that's not right, how did you know I was coming here... Wait a second, how are you in my big boss's private room?"
Gu Xiaoer had too many questions, which spilled out all at once.
Ah, she couldn't figure it out!
"Baby, I've missed you so much..." Han Luoli didn't have any desire to explain. His lips curled into a predatory smile, as he pulled the girl inside, his long legs simultaneously closing the door behind them.
The heat of his breath swept over her; the man blocked the little mouth that was spouting endless questions.
"Mmm... no, I wasn't here to see you!"
The man didn't listen, "We can talk about it later..."
"Ah..."