Shen Jing then realized he was in the conference room and had temporarily paused the meeting to video call her.
She seldom saw Zhou Luchen in his domineering CEO mode. In that mode, his orders were supreme, his power immense, his position unrivaled, and women always came second. Perhaps this meeting was just a simple report, nothing important.
Too bad.
Chairman Zhou didn't show his face again; the camera now focused on the executives sitting silently on either side.
The petty, proud CEO wouldn't even let her admire his good looks—so handsome, yet he kept his face hidden.
Shen Jing lowered her eyes, took a sip of coffee, and switched the phone to her other hand. "I thought without me, you'd be drowning your days in alcohol."
Would the esteemed Second Young Master Zhou really do something so degenerate?
Unlikely.
His hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone. "Lift your head."
"Look at me," he commanded.
