He just got back, and I don't dare to guess the boss's intentions.
If I guess wrong, it'll cost me another trip to Africa.
Kinda scared, honestly.
To be safe, Yang Li thought it best not to try to figure out his moody boss's thoughts right now.
First, he should report on his work trip to Africa.
Lu Hualiang's response was always indifferent.
Pondering how to ask Yang Li about courting a woman.
Our Director Lu is a man of pride; asking a subordinate for tips on wooing a wife is a blow to his ego.
It would be best if Yang Li brought it up himself, but Yang Li didn't seem to catch on to what he was thinking.
He can't very well ask himself, can he?
Feeling a bit irritated, he tossed the file in his hand.
The sharp edge of the paper grazed his finger, accidentally leaving a thin blood line.
Yang Li was startled, "Boss, I'll get a band-aid."
"Wait a minute."
A cold and deep voice came from behind, and Yang Li stopped in his tracks.
