Lin Banxia's entire body was tense like a drawn bow, her breathing rapid. Then, arching her eyebrows, she forced a feigned smile: "President Leng, what are you talking about? I don't understand."
She worked hard to steady her breathing, trying her best not to let Leng Weichen see the intense sorrow that was threatening to overflow from her heart.
"Don't understand?" Leng Weichen's eyes clouded as he scrutinized her exquisite face. Then, the dangerous pressure that had weighed down on her lifted. With an elegant stride, he returned to his seat: "If you want to resign, you can—on one condition."
"What condition?" Lin Banxia's mind was still blank. Hearing his answer, she immediately asked.
"Tonight, accompany me to an event." Leng Weichen's voice rose slightly, while his deep, ocean-like eyes locked directly on her expression.
"What kind of event?" Lin Banxia's heart stiffened slightly. Leng Weichen had agreed so easily that this event must not be simple.
