Just as Lin Bufan was about to continue speaking, there was a knock on the door of the room.
It was Rong Qingqing, back again.
Lin Bufan was quick to react. He glanced at his boss and then went over to open the door.
As Rong Qingqing walked in, her face was piled with an ingratiating smile.
This was the first time Shen Jue saw such a fawning, somewhat awkward expression on her face.
It was clear she needed something from him.
"Go ahead, what's up now?" Shen Jue asked.
Rong Qingqing clasped her hands behind her back and leaned forward slightly, glancing at Shen Jue's walk-in closet.
"It's a bit difficult to say."
"Then come back when you're ready to say it."
Shen Jue chuckled, "I find it hard to believe there's anything you find difficult to say."
Rong Qingqing's expression froze.
She sheepishly touched the tip of her nose.
"Well, since you put it that way, I'll just be thick-skinned about it."
