"Since you're the real owner of Huan Yu Real Estate, why do you still come to the company under the guise of a designer?" Wei Anning looked at him puzzled. She should have known; him being a chief designer at Huan Yu Real Estate was such a waste of his talents.
Leng Youchen turned his head, his gaze deep and intensely looking at her.
In that moment, Wei Anning's heart raced. Could it be that he came to Huan Yu Real Estate because of her?
Leng Youchen stood up, hands tucked into his suit pants pockets, and walked step by step down the stairs.
Wei Anning quickly stood up and followed closely behind him, feeling annoyed at how he was teasing her with suspense. Yet, she heard him say leisurely, "You still have 3,561 turtles to draw. I'll tell you when you're done."
Wei Anning glared at him angrily, "Who does that? Can't I stop drawing turtles? I'm about to throw up from it."
"No way!" The man refused with no room for negotiation.
Wei Anning: "..."
