The man's expression was still somewhat gloomy; he threw the pen in his hand aside and leaned back in his chair. Raising his hand, he rubbed his forehead, feeling an inexplicable irritability, and then stretched out his hand to adjust the tie around his neck.
The phone on the desk began to ring. Lu Jingchen reached for it, glanced at the caller ID, noticed that it was Lu An'an calling, furrowed his brows, but still slid his finger to answer and held it to his ear, greeting indifferently.
Lu An'an looked towards the direction of the break room, hesitated for a moment, but still took her phone and walked towards the hallway outside the office. At the end of the hallway was a large floor-to-ceiling window where they often liked to sit for a while after eating lunch. Just as she left the office, Lu Jingchen answered the call and she immediately asked, "Brother, did you have a fight with Qiaoqiao?"
