Just as Zheng Tianyi pondered the idea of Chen Xing, a quiet ding ran throughout the room. Chen Xing was close to finishing the clean-up when she received the message that Zheng Hechong had arrived at the company.
Disgruntled upon being interrupted by his own father, Zheng Tianyi sighed and stood up from the chair. "Direct him to a private meeting room."
Chen Xing was confused when she saw the slightly ignited desire in his eyes but tried to not think much of it. Perhaps it was just a trick of the light…
She typed into her tablet and lead her Boss to the private meeting room. Along the way there, she could feel a heavy stare on her bottom and she felt a blush creep up her neck. She was wearing a tight pencil-skirt today, the dress enhancing her silhouette.
Zheng Hechong was already waiting for his son inside of the meeting room, his expression a mixture of rage and exhaustion.
