In the living room, Edward's face was dark. Even though the air conditioning was off, the house was icy cold.
Everyone quietly pretended to be invisible. Miss Ye Qiu refused the boss! What does this mean?!
No woman has ever rejected the boss's overture! Oh no, the boss doesn't even need to court women, they flock to him willingly.
No wonder the boss is in a bad mood.
Time seemed to be frozen, as Edward sat at the dining table without moving. The dumplings on his plate had gone cold.
His expression was gloomy, and his eyes flashed with anger, frustration and other emotions—the boss had become a meme, although only his eyes were changing.
It wasn't until Edward's phone vibrated that the heavy atmosphere was broken.
The caller was Nan Mufeng. Edward took a deep breath and answered the call, "What's up?"
"Hmm." Nan Mufeng slightly furrowed his brow, sensing that Edward had been in a bad mood since last night.
"Just get to the point!"
