At the sound of her voice, Baili Jing's knuckles whitened on the armrest, and his long, lowered lashes trembled.
The young man's body had already gone rigid, but he didn't look up.
It was as if he were sulking.
Jiang Qingli, however, walked over to him.
Liu Wu was a bit dazed. 'What's happening? Looks like Miss Jiang is the one who made our boss unhappy?'
'They act like an old married couple. Do they actually have disagreements?'
The atmosphere was a bit strange now. 'Should I stay or should I go?'
Just as Liu Wu was agonizing over what to do, an urgent voice came from outside.
"Brother Wu, the paparazzi are right behind us! They're about to come up—"
The assistant ran in, panting. He flicked on the light, and his eyes widened in shock as he took in the scene. "Miss... Miss Jiang..."
"Hello." Jiang Qingli smiled at him, then turned to Liu Wu. "I'll handle things here. You two go take care of that."
Liu Wu glanced at Baili Jing.
