Gu Xiaozhan didn't look at his phone. They weren't far apart, and she still wanted to text him?
The esteemed Mr. Gu of Country A, the famous Mr. Gu, in her eyes, was a man who couldn't see the light of day?
Mu Anhan saw that he wasn't picking up his phone at all, so she had to wave her phone at him again.
Fortunately, everyone in the Traditional Chinese Medicine department was preparing to leave work, and their attention was focused on the impressive man at the door, not noticing Mu Anhan's little actions.
Finally, under Mu Anhan's hopeful gaze, Gu Xiaozhan took out his phone and browsed through the messages.
Little did she know, it was better not to look; after looking, his face darkened even more.
The people in the Traditional Chinese Medicine department started leaving work one after another, and when passing by Gu Xiaozhan, they couldn't help but stop but were intimidated by his cold demeanor, not daring to lift their heads as they slipped past.
