Anning International, CEO's office.
Ye Feimo was in an extremely bad mood today, as gloomy as a stormy day. The five secretaries in the secretarial office complained incessantly, trembling with fear. The president was indeed too difficult to serve. Usually, his cold, expressionless gaze was frightening enough, let alone when he was stern-faced. If the secretaries hadn't toughened up, they would have been scared to have a heart attack.
That damn Wen Nuan, she ignored him on the very first day they moved in together.
Where was she rushing off to this early in the morning?
When she comes back tonight, he would see how he could deal with her.
The internal line rang, and Ye Feimo picked it up.
"Second Young Master Ye, could you spare a few hours for Mommy?" Cheng Anya's gentle voice sounded, "You jerk, you didn't even call Mommy when you came back yesterday."
