“Aren’t you the gossip king? Go ask your ‘girlfriends’ and find out?” Long Jie’s tone clearly showed his disdain.
But whether Xie Qi’er was too naive or had too thick a skin, he actually grinned and said, “I’ll go inquire and get you an answer in the shortest time possible.” He looked enthusiastic.
“If you had this drive during work, I’m sure our performance this season would definitely reach a new high,” Long Jie threw some documents in front of him. “I’m leaving. Remember to finish what I asked you to do and report to me tomorrow.”
“I can find out today…”
A sharp glance nailed him in place.
“Ah! That’s not what you meant?” He restrained the exaggerated smile at the corner of his mouth. “No problem, I’ll personally bring those reports to you tomorrow.” He dared not provoke the tiger!
Alas! Perhaps he lacked this kind of courage, which is why women loved Long Jie more than him!
Long Jie returned to the thirty-third floor, his brow slightly furrowed as he passed by Pang De-nü.
Pang De-nü caught a glimpse from the corner of her eye and knew something was troubling him. As expected—
“Secretary Pang, please get me a cup of coffee,” came the CEO’s voice through the intercom.
“Yes, CEO.” The corner of her mouth curved slightly.
Long Jie was extremely disciplined; he rarely touched anything addictive, so he didn’t smoke, drank little, and only had one cup of coffee in the morning. She was actually quite surprised the day she saw him drunk. Usually, if he asked her to brew coffee outside of morning hours, it meant something was definitely bothering him.
“Sister Pang, you seem to be in a good mood?” He Yu-hua couldn’t help but lean over.
Pang De-nü ignored her, walking directly into the pantry to make coffee. Ten minutes later, a fragrant cup of coffee was brought out.
She knocked twice on the door, then walked into the CEO’s office and placed the coffee on his desk. “CEO, your coffee.”
Long Jie looked up and saw her outfit: a black suit, with the skirt reaching to mid-calf, even her high heels in the simplest, most conservative style. He had wanted to advise her to change her attire many times, but the words always died on his lips.
