Wei Anning took a deep breath and shook her head. "No, it's fine. I'm okay. Let's go back to the office."
She picked up the meeting materials and held them in her arms, getting up to leave the meeting room. Passing by the Chief Designer's office, she couldn't help but glance inside. She saw Luo Yi leaning forward slightly, hands propped on the desk, dressed in a low-cut sweater, her pair of voluptuous curves swaying right in front of the man.
Blocking the man behind the desk from view, Wei Anning couldn't see his expression. Her heart burned as if touched by a fiery tongue, and she stomped away in her high heels.
Inside the Chief Designer's office, Leng Youchen sat elegantly in a leather chair, legs crossed, ignoring the beautiful figure before him. He looked over a document and interrupted Luo Yi's chatter with fluent English, "Sorry, Miss Luo Yi, I don't like lamb."
Luo Yi froze, unable to respond for a moment.
