"CEO, about this matter, what do you think...?"
Sheng Jianan raised his brow: "I'll handle it when I get back. You keep an eye on it. Although Young Madam can deal with it herself, I don't want it to happen again."
"Yes."
Qiao Zi felt a bit bitter. How could this be dealt with? Clearly, Young Madam had scolded the person into nothing.
Leaving Sheng Jianan's room, walking to the door, Qiao Zi couldn't help but turn back for a glance. Sheng Jianan leaned lazily on the sofa, looking out the window. His wild eyes had a hint of smile, an indescribable blend of cheeky beauty, holding a cup of water.
Just as Qiao Zi withdrew her gaze, she suddenly saw Sheng Jianan's lips move. She didn't hear any sound, but from the lip formation, Young Master Sheng was saying: "My Girl!"
Qiao Zi chuckled, closed the door and left. Of course, when she first started working for Sheng Jianan, she worked hard to understand the thoughts and habits of this young CEO.
