This man seemed alluring and handsome no matter what he did.
His long, slender, manly fingers were holding a pen and the scene in front of her was as pretty as a picture.
Now, even Zheng Tianming wasn't polite to her anymore, and grabbed Wang Qianyun's arm, wanting to chase her out.
Naturally, Wang Qianyun resisted a bit, making Zheng Tianming almost insult her as he said, "Miss Wang, why don't you leave some face for yourself. CEO's office is not very soundproof."
Looking at Zheng Tianming's face that was full of hate and disdain for her, she shrugged away his hand and walked away.
The very next moment, Han Zhuoli coldly threw away the fountain pen in his hand. Although Wang Qianyun had left, her perfume still lingered around, disgusting him.
He then sniffed himself, and it seemed that Wang Qianyun's perfume lingered on his coats too.
