The meeting was delayed by half an hour...
Gu Ming felt like he had swallowed a fly; he couldn't swallow it, nor could he spit it out. He bowed his head and complied with the arrangement, "Yes, Mr. Li."
Li Shengxiao, impatiently and affectionately, tugged at his tie and strode towards the reception room.
As he pushed the door open, Chu Xi was leisurely making a phone call. Upon seeing him enter, she softly spoke to the person on the phone, "Let's talk when I get back."
Putting down her phone, she walked back over and sat down on the sofa, tilting her head up with a smile, "I've been waiting for Mr. Li for a whole hour. Do you usually arrive at work at nine-thirty? That's not what I heard."
Li Shengxiao asked his secretary to bring in a cup of coffee and, rolling back the cuffs on his wrists, responded indifferently, "And what exactly did you hear?"
