Fu Lingfeng's face darkened, and he warned in a measured tone, "Clean this up as soon as possible. I don't want it spreading everywhere."
"Yes, we will do our best." The assistant took the order and then walked out.
As soon as the office door was closed, Fu Lingfeng put down the pen in his hand.
He raised his hand and massaged his brow, but the tightly furrowed brows didn't relax in the slightest, remaining firmly locked.
After a long while, he took out his cell phone and dialed a number.
But the response he received was, "Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable..."
Fu Lingfeng clenched his cell phone, the temperature in his dark eyes slowly freezing into ice.
Now, she wouldn't even take his call.
…
Due to an unhealed leg injury, Gu Nanqiao rested at home for three days before going to work.
She drove to the company, but downstairs she saw a familiar car and her eyebrows slightly furrowed.
