Beside him, the female employee's eyes bulged. Mo Qingchen seemed to have forgotten she existed.
She scurried out when her floor came and Mo Qingchen finally remembered she was there. He watched her run away like a scared rat dispassionately and concentrated back on the call.
"If I call you daddy, it won't be related to my father," she scoffed. And then she paused. "This conversation took an abnormal turn." The honking slowly stopped. "I'll hang up now. The traffic is moving. I'll see you once we are done with work," she chirped.
Mo Qingchen stared at the phone and knew that she had hung up. His floor had arrived and he stepped out and made his way to the office. He didn't even pay attention to Gu Rong, who tried to stand up to greet him, but he rushed past her so fast that she couldn't even get her butt off her chair.
She planted herself back down and shrugged. Mr. Mo would call her if he needed to plan something new.
