CEO Jun is Angry

Xia Wanyuan was already afraid of the cold. After standing outside for so long in a bare-shouldered evening gown during the bone-chilling night in the north, Xia Wanyuan still felt her limbs turn cold, though she sat in the car for a while.

Jun Shiling quickly went downstairs and took Xia Wanyuan's hand. His thick eyebrows immediately frowned. "Why are your hands so cold?"

"It's so cold." Xia Wanyuan leaned into Jun Shiling's arms. Jun Shiling unbuttoned his suit jacket and wrapped Xia Wanyuan in his arms.

Warmth continued to flow over. Xia Wanyuan buried her hand in it and rubbed it in satisfaction.

"Didn't you attend the ceremony? Why is it like this?" Jun Shiling touched Xia Wanyuan's hair and felt the cold air.

Xia Wanyuan told Jun Shiling what had just happened.

"Mm." After hearing Xia Wanyuan's story, Jun Shiling did not say anything and replied calmly, "Have you not eaten?"