Jiang Ruan sent him a text!
Staring at the girl's sweet, off-shoulder dress avatar, smiling brightly like a little sun.
Bao Ye gripped the phone, his dark eyes calm yet seemingly holding a hidden flicker.
He scoffed inwardly.
At least she still has some decency.
He opened the screen's typing box, his slender fingers poised over the keyboard, but then hesitated.
The man's brows furrowed, as though he was hesitating.
Beside him, Chen Nan continued his endless report about tomorrow's busy schedule, noticing Bao Ye's lack of response, Chen Nan looked up, only to see Bao Ye staring intently at the phone.
His expression was serious, as if something major had happened.
Chen Nan, nervous: "What's wrong, Mr. Bao?"
"Has something happened?"
Bao Ye turned around, his deep eyes glanced at him, his tone indifferent: "Nothing."
"Go on."
Then he turned off the screen and casually put the phone in his pocket.
Chen Nan said "Oh, oh," and then continued.
The elevator descended rapidly.
