Wei Anning returned to the CEO's office from downstairs, looking down at her slightly reddened wrist. Wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt, she had no way to cover it. She pursed her lips, hid her hand behind her back, and pushed the door open to enter.
Inside the office, Leng Youchen reclined on the sofa, with two buttons of his shirt undone, exposing a sexy Adam's apple and delicate collarbones.
She walked over slowly, catching a faint scent of alcohol. She curled her lips slightly—no wonder he had been so unreasonable earlier, it turns out he had been drinking. His handsome face was tinged with a hint of redness; apparently, he had drunk quite a lot.
His eyes were closed, his breathing even; it seemed he had fallen asleep while waiting.
She squatted down in front of him, and the words Leng Yanbo had said earlier came to mind, making her heart ache.
