In Lu Lingxiao's office, he stared at the document in front of him, but his mind kept wandering.
For the past couple of days, his thoughts had been constantly interrupted by images flashing through his mind.
Ye Xi's panic-stricken face when she realized her skirt was torn on stage, the way her eyelashes trembled when she made eye contact with him, and the earnest look on her face as she bent down to carefully instruct the puppy, it was as if they were hooking onto his soul, incessantly appearing in his thoughts.
He hadn't even noticed when the driver, Lao Zhang, had come in.
Looking up, he was surprised to find someone standing in front of him like a wall.
"Is there something you need?"
Lu Lingxiao put down the document and leaned back in his chair.
Lao Zhang said, "Vice President Lu said he needs the company's Bentley this afternoon. I told him that you needed it for meeting a client, but he didn't listen and just drove off."