The moment Zhang Junhao walked around the office desk, Luo Xiu's blood ran cold.
"Don't come over!" Luo Xiu cried out instinctively, a final, desperate struggle.
Fortunately, his sharp cry was intimidating enough. Zhang Junhao immediately froze, staring blankly at Luo Xiu.
Seeing him stop, Luo Xiu relaxed slightly and said coldly, "Minister Zhang, this is the Chairman's office."
"S-Sorry..." Zhang Junhao stammered, his forehead slick with cold sweat as he quickly retreated.
In truth, he had only approached because he saw Luo Xiu's pained expression and was worried he wasn't feeling well. As it happened, he was also a doctor.
Luo Xiu took a slow, deep breath, letting out a long sigh of relief. If Zhang Junhao had taken just one more step, he would have undoubtedly seen the risqué scene under the desk!
"Minister Zhang, you can get back to work now."
"Director Luo," Zhang Junhao said with concern, "you look very uncomfortable."
