Watching the elevator doors close, Mo Qingxin turned and left the office.
Seeing Shi Yu's shirt slightly disheveled, she shifted her gaze away, but couldn't help letting out a long laugh, "It seems that Mr. Shi's indulgence with his wife isn't just a rumor, to be so intimately affectionate here at work."
Shi Yu sat at his office desk, with the collar of his crumpled shirt open, revealing his bronzed skin, extremely sexy.
He was looking down, flipping through documents, not even glancing at her, let alone saying a word.
Mo Qingxin was a smart person; seeing the indifference on that handsome face, she knew he was not in a good mood and naturally would not ask for trouble.
She walked to the nearby liquor cabinet, opened the door, and placed the bottle of red wine in her hand, worth over three million, inside.
