"Mr. Lu, I'm sorry."
"10 years," Lu Nancheng slowly exhaled a ring of smoke, "You have never made such a mistake in the past 10 years."
"Mr. Lu..."
"Is it because there's been too much going on at home recently? Or is the pressure at work too great? If you need it, I can give you a long vacation."
Ye Yao's heart lurched, and she hastened to speak, "Mr. Lu, it's all my fault; I was wrong. Mr. Lu, please give me another chance."
As she spoke, her eyes already began to redden, and her delicately made-up face lost all its color.
The phone on the desk rang, and without hesitation, Lu Nancheng answered, "Tongtong."
Ye Yao clasped her hands tightly together, listening to his suddenly gentle voice, yet she couldn't help but glance up.
Lu Nancheng sat on the black leather chair, his suit button undone, revealing the white shirt underneath, and on his chest, the glaring lipstick mark stabbed at her eyes.
