Gong Beiyao had carried Sheng Qianxia all the way to the top-floor office.
He seemed to casually check his watch.
Based on the time, Beitang should be arriving soon, and the change of clothes should be delivered shortly thereafter.
He remembered last night's cold war and suddenly didn't know how to be alone with her.
So, after he had thrown her onto the sofa, he went to his desk, sat down, and pretended to be busy flipping through documents.
Sheng Qianxia looked at Gong Beiyao, not understanding why his attitude had turned so cold again, and felt a bit conflicted.
"Thank you." She thought for a long while before finally managing to squeak out a sentence.
No response—
Had he automatically blocked her out?
This was nothing like what she had fantasized about before!
How could the earlier arguments and cold war be truly ignored as if they never happened?
He clearly still detested her…
There was a lunch on Gong Beiyao's desk.
She was starving, while he was indifferent.
