Looking at the cold, scrutinizing gaze of the CEO.
Tears fell silently in Fang Zhengdong's heart.
CEO, are you even jealous of me now?
And, who knows, how did your wife remember my number?
Fang Zhengdong sighed inwardly, but his façade still bore a righteous light: "CEO, Miss Xia is here to see you. She must have been obstructed downstairs, couldn't get up, so that's why she called me."
Gu Qichen's forehead wrinkled slightly: "Fire all those receptionists."
Fang Zhengdong was a bit surprised.
But the CEO's reaction is reasonable.
Who dares to prevent Xia Yangyang from seeing him, he who has waited for four years.
However, Fang Zhengdong did not expect that Xia Yangyang would take the initiative to look for Gu Qichen.
The incident at the airport that day was still fresh in his memory.
The mysterious man who suddenly appeared next to Xia Yangyang had fractured the CEO's hand, and the CEO's right hand was still wrapped in a rehabilitation bandage.