Ye Qingyu smiled as he looked at Luo Qingli. "There's no conflict at all! It's fine, don't worry! It won't affect your work."
"..." Can't it stop affecting already?
Ye Qingyu leaned closer to Luo Qingli. "Bai Jinjin, why aren't you talking? If you don't talk to me, how boring will this be for me!"
"President, I'm busy. I don't have time to chat with you," Luo Qingli replied while pretending to tidy up some documents.
"Ugh! Fine, I won't bother. I came up here to chat with you out of the goodness of my heart, and you're so cold about it. I'm leaving now, but don't miss me too much." Ye Qingyu let out a yawn and headed for the elevator.
Finally, he's gone! Luo Qingli set down the folder in her hands and slumped onto her chair in exhaustion.
This sharp-tongued guy—would it kill him to stop saying those hurtful things?
Meanwhile, in the office.
