After the elder left, the conference room fell into silence.
Han Yu hung his head, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Lin Qingya also felt uncomfortable and wanted to find some topics to talk about, but the words she came up with just wouldn't come out.
Recalling the scene when she had kissed Han Yu in front of so many shareholders, especially in front of her grandfather, Lin Qingya's face turned red in an instant, as tempting as a ripe apple.
"Son of a bitch! This is the second time I've taken the initiative to kiss him!"
Lin Qingya muttered to herself, stealing a glance at Han Yu.
At this time, Han Yu looked like a boy who had done something wrong, all hangdog and out of sorts, looking somewhat silly, but there was something a little cute about him.
"What did you mean by 'misdiagnosis'?"
Two minutes later, it was Lin Qingya who took the initiative to speak and break the silence.
Her voice was still cold, but there was a hint of concern in her tone.
"Uh…"
