"What's going on?" the man's guarded gaze fell on them.
Zhixi hadn't had time to speak when Qian Feifei suddenly apologized with a mournful face, "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, it really wasn't on purpose!"
After she finished speaking, she turned to He Jingyao, her face flushed red and her eyes, unbeknownst to her, had welled up with tears, "President, this young lady insisted on waiting here for you and asked me to get her hot water, but she somehow didn't catch it properly and the cup spilled..."
Upon hearing this, He Jingyao's expression suddenly darkened. He threw the folder in his hands to a senior executive nearby and strode over.
Zhixi was still surprised by the female secretary's quick change of expression, when suddenly she was lifted into the air, and by the time she realized what was happening, He Jingyao had already horizontally scooped her into his arms.
"Did it burn you?" he asked in a cold voice.
"No... not really," Zhixi stuttered.
