Tasks for You

In the next instant, Lu Zhaohe glanced sideways.

The gloomy sky outside resembled a massive curtain pressing down, and his eyes were even darker than the sky itself.

His gaze was fierce and sharp, carrying the cold wind of early spring, like icy frost covering everything.

Bai Pu's eyes met his.

With just that one glance, she felt an unusually menacing aura, causing her body to involuntarily tense up.

Her heart started beating fast for no reason, and Bai Pu took slow steps towards him, her voice sounding slightly blocked, "President Lu?"

Lu Zhaohe narrowed his long eyes.

In an instant, that exceptionally cold and oppressive aura had faded away, as if it was just an illusion.

He casually swept his gaze over her, his brows displaying their usual indifference. "You seem to have nothing to do?"

"No...?" Bai Pu blinked, "I wanted to help you take notes during the meeting this morning, but you declined."

So it wasn't that she had nothing to do, but he didn't give her any tasks.