Bo Yanchen was reviewing documents, the temperature high in the office, so he had taken off his suit and now wore only a dark shirt.
The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up to his elbows, revealing sturdy forearms and an expensive wristwatch.
He sat at his desk, head bowed, brows slightly furrowed, back perfectly straight.
His handsome hands tightly gripped a pen, sweeping across the last page to sign his name. Only after he finished did he look up, dissatisfied, and said,
"All this fuss, what's going on now?"
"Miss Tang, she..."
Without letting Zhou Sheng finish, Bo Yanchen interrupted him with a cold voice,
"Didn't you hear what I've said? Don't mention her in front of me!"
"But, Miss Tang, she..."
"Get out!"
"Brother Chen..."
"Scram!"
Bo Yanchen's rage nearly blew the roof off, scaring Zhou Sheng so much that he quickly backed out.
Everyone: "Brother Zhou, Brother Zhou, how did it go? Can we have a holiday?"
