The man's face was still somewhat gloomy, and he abruptly tossed the pen in his hand aside, leaned back in the chair, and raised his hand to rub his brow, feeling inexplicably annoyed. He then reached out and tugged at the tie around his neck.
His phone on the desk began to ring. Lu Jingchen reached for it, glanced at the caller ID, and saw it was Lu An'an's call. He frowned but still swiped to answer and put it to his ear with a muted greeting.
Lu An'an looked toward the direction of the pantry, hesitated for a moment but still took her phone and walked toward the corridor outside the office. At the end of the corridor was a large French window, a spot they often liked to sit for a while after lunch. Just as she stepped out of the office, she heard Lu Jingchen pick up the call and immediately asked, "Brother, did you have a fight with Qiaoqiao?"
