The baby nurse walked a few steps, then turned back. "Do you want to learn?"
Situ Yunshu was itching to try. "Sure."
...
Empire Group.
Walking out of the conference room, Mu Jingxi tiredly rubbed his temples and glanced at the time. It was almost lunchtime.
He wondered what Qiaoqiao was doing.
He took out his phone and called her.
The call was hung up.
His brows furrowed hard, and he called again.
The call was once again hung up by Qiao An.
Mu Jingxi pressed his thin lips together. She actually dared to hang up on him—getting bold, huh?!
"Jiang Xun, check where Qiaoqiao is, and what she's doing."
Throwing out the words, he strode into the president's office.
As soon as he pushed the door open, he saw a woman sitting in the big executive chair, propping her chin in both hands, arching her lips at him in a provocative smile.
Her bright, stunning face, eyes sparkling as if filled with starlight.
"Surprised?"
"..." He flipped his hand back and shut the door.
