Shen Zhimei averted her gaze, bent down to pick up the documents on the floor, placed them on the desk, and said softly, "Okay."
When people in the room passed by Ye Junyan, they would secretly glance at him but didn't dare to look directly, quickly leaving after a brief look.
After those miscellaneous people left, Ye Junyan took long strides and walked straight to the front of the desk.
Leaning over, with both hands resting on the desk, his voice was deep, "Have you thought about what I said last night?"
He made three calls, and she didn't answer a single one.
"I think I was very clear," Shen Zhimei raised her eyes, clear and unwavering, "You obviously understood, so I don't know what else you want me to say."
As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Junyan's eyes turned cold, his handsome face became extremely gloomy.
The person in front of him, beneath a clean white coat, wore a rose-colored sweater, her soft long hair gathered to one side, braided loosely.
