She just waited for Anjue to come over, to let Anjue watch.
Watch her jump down with his own eyes, watch her die with his own eyes.
She thought this was an explanation to Anjue.
But she didn't know this was a lingering torture for Anjue.
The doorbell of the CEO's office rang with a ding, and then a voluptuous woman with a charming face, wearing heavy makeup, stepped in with twelve-centimeter high heels, carrying a limited edition designer handbag, a super short white miniskirt, with a faint glimpse of cleavage at her chest. She moved gracefully into the office, went straight to Anjue who was working at the side, as if Zhou Bie didn't exist, sat naturally on Anjue's lap, and wrapped her slender arm around his neck.
"Jue, I'm hungry, let's go eat together!"
Anjue smiled faintly, looking at her face with infatuation. He didn't like the smell of her perfume and heavy makeup, but so what?
He liked her face.
