Su Wanxin hadn't spoken to Fu Shihan for five whole days.
Every day, they would see each other twice, once in the morning when they left for work, and again in the evening when they returned home.
It was on the small path in front of the villa that they would exchange glances before brushing past each other.
After enduring five days like this, Fu Shihan became increasingly irritable and finally, on the day of the Fu Group's annual meeting, he couldn't bear it any longer.
"Go, invite over President Su from the Su Family."
He commanded coldly while sitting in his chair.
Lin Rui, who was standing by his side, always felt what he really wanted to say was: Go and tie up Su Wanxin and bring her here.
Lin Rui moved his lips to remind him, "Brother Han, we have to go to the hotel for the annual meeting soon."
"Then bring the person ... invite the person to the hotel."
Lin Rui: ...
See, he knew he hadn't guessed wrong.
