"Are you sure?" Bo Fengheng raised an eyebrow.
The stern face, brimming with a commanding presence, was infuriatingly handsome.
Si Chen curled his lip, picked up the folder he had just thrown down, and angrily slapped the table, "Fine, you're a precious big shot now, so come on, I'll serve you."
The last sentence was said through clenched teeth.
Bo Fengheng contentedly tugged at the corner of his mouth, then lowered his head again to focus on the proposal on the computer screen, multitasking.
"You guessed right, your Little Wild Cat indeed..."
"Tang Qingyue!" Bo Fengheng shot him a cold glance.
