What the?
I grumbled as I reluctantly collected the phone and answered it. I could practically feel his rage from the phone before I even spoke.
"Yichen." I calmly called out, my smile tight.
"Put me on speaker, Mo Yi," he commanded without even saying a word of greeting, and I could smell his rage.
With not reprimand, I complied, placing the phone on the table. It better not be what I am thinking about. Because what would he need to say on speaker without consulting me.
I breathed in deeply, trying my best to be calm so I could see what he was up to.
Who was I to even dictate someone that has brought the whole of country X to his feet? I laughed at myself, more like mocking myself for thinking I was all good now, since he claimed to love me.
Mo Yichen's voice, amplified and echoing through the boardroom, was colder than the air conditioning. I thought he would even excuse himself for the interruption.
But like always...'
