"Do you like him?"
Mo Roulan was startled by He Jian's question.
Did she like Cheng Yang? Perhaps yes …but in the way He Jian was asking her, she knew that he meant in a different way.
She didn't like him that way yet. They were seeing if it will work or not. She wondered how should she answer this question but before she could actually ponder upon it, the door of the office was knocked suddenly
He Jian's cold face looked worst now.
He glared at the door as if he wished to kill whosoever was on the other side of the door.
Standing on the other side of the door, Chu Feng instantly felt a chill running down his spine. He shivered and cleared his throat knowing very well why he was suddenly feeling so cold. Chu Feng wanted to cry but didn't have any tears.
Very nervously, he tried to tell his boss gently that he didn't disturb him for some unnecessary thing.
"Boss, the CEO is calling you."
