Leng Youchen lit a cigarette, staring at her tearful expression, his eyes flickered with a trace of confusion. "Designer Gong, do we know each other?"
Wei Anning felt like someone had suddenly pushed her without warning. She stumbled slightly, looked at his ruggedly handsome face and cold eyes, and nodded, "I understand, President Leng, I won't bother you anymore."
After speaking, she hugged the documents and turned to leave the office.
Leng Youchen stared at her departing figure, a sudden burst of irritation arising within him. He took a deep drag of his cigarette, watching her silhouette disappear at the office door. His fingers slipped, and he crushed the cigarette between them.
Wei Anning returned to her office in a daze, only to find an uninvited guest. The visitor was sitting in her chair, legs clad in high heels propped up on her desk. "Oh, I never expected the ever-so-proud Designer Gong to lose control and throw herself at President Leng. Really enlightening!"
