The atmosphere in the office was not relaxed either.
Nie Qingru sat on the sofa, took off her wide hat, and placed it on the coffee table before her, revealing her arrogant face.
"How long has it been since we last met?"
She was old, after all, with heavy marks at the corners of her eyes. Coupled with the fact that she had been troubled these past few days, there were obvious dark circles under her eyes.
Nie Qingru was used to being stubborn. She sat with her back straight, and her sharp gaze landed on the man behind the desk, who was reading documents.
"Tsk."
She sneered, her eyes filled with mockery. "You're willing to work for her, but it's a pity she doesn't like you."
Lu Zhi's hand holding the fountain pen paused, drawing a mark of varying depth on the white paper.
