Lu Li...
When Mu Jin Huan heard this name, his hand holding the pen paused for a moment but quickly returned to normal.
He leaned back, resting on the boss chair, with his deep black eyes as calm as still water, "Have you been inhaling too much PM2.5 lately, causing your brain to regress to infancy? You really need to ask me about this?"
Alright, someone's asking for trouble again.
When not watched for a moment, he stirs up trouble.
Feeling inexplicably attacked, Liu An felt as if pierced by ten thousand blades, almost spitting a mouthful of blood on the glass.
He's fine, just his heart hurts a bit, "I, I understand, President Mu."
Respectfully responding verbally, but inside he's already roaring: Mrs. Mu is smiling very happily now, obviously a sign of cheating, the handsome man and beautiful woman together look so picturesque, Lu Li walking like a living poster is really not an exaggeration, 360-degree flawless, the paparazzi photos must be very captivating.
