Qi Zeyan wore a crisp suit and a neat side-parted, slick hairstyle, his face hardened. The corridor he faced was directly opposite a window, and the shifting light and shadow outside fell across his face, creating a mottled, dimming effect.
His eyes, usually prideful with an upward slant, were now truly enraged, radiating fury as they fixed on Ruan Mengxi.
"President Qi—" someone chased after him.
Ruan Mengxi glanced towards the person, the same Mr. Ma who had tried to take liberties earlier. Apparently not yet forty, his sparse hair thinly veiled his nearly bald head, which shone under the light.
She pursed her lips:
Still not as shiny as the boss's slicked hair though.
"President Qi, why are you leaving all of a sudden? We haven't finished eating yet," he offered with an apologetic smile.
"What do you think?" Qi Zeyan retorted.
