'This bastard's temper is really big!'
Jiang Ruolan glared at his back as she walked into the house and slammed the door shut. She walked straight towards Qin Gengxin, but just as she arrived outside his study, she stopped in her tracks and looked in surprise at the chaos in his study.
The floor was littered with open files, folders, brown paper bags, binder, two laptops, one on the floor, one on the table, both on, one shown email pages and company data censorship software, the other one showing video conferences with other shareholders around the world.
Her eyelids twitched. She didn't expect that Qin Gengxin would be so busy.
Knowing that she hadn't left, Qin Gengxin didn't bother with her. He just sat down at the table and tapped the keyboard with his fingers. It was as if he didn't go out for a few days and only temporarily used his study as an office, and didn't take his problem with Jiang Ruolan seriously.
Actually, this is also good …
