Bo Cixue felt someone walking toward her, but she did not look up.
The man's tall body stood in front of her desk.
His slender fingers knocked on her desk.
There was a faint cold air around.
Bo Cixue knew that his dark eyes were staring fixedly at her. She also knew that she should not embarrass him at this time.
She did not know what was wrong with her, but she did not look up to greet him.
The director saw that something was wrong and hurried over.
Faced with the different gazes from his colleagues, cold sweat appeared on the director's forehead.
On the other hand, the man standing behind Bo Cixue looked calm, as if he was not the one being ignored.
The director coughed and said to Bo Cixue, "I told the Crown Prince about your project. Although it's not easy to realize it, the Crown Prince is interested. Take the plan and report it to the Crown Prince in the meeting room."
Aged ginger was indeed more pungent