His voice was filled with magnetism.
Since they were both standing at a very close proximity to each other, the warm breath that he was exhaling hit her right on the tip of the nose.
It felt itchy.
As Nian Xiaomu lifted her head up and took a glance at his handsome face, she nearly went on tip-toe and kissed him.
She fought against her desire and wanted to retreat backward.
However, Yu Yuehan advanced a step forward whenever she retreated a step backward.
The distance between the two of them never grew apart.
Just when it seemed like she was about to collide with the secretary at any moment, Yu Yuehan finally stopped in his tracks. He looked up slowly and took a quick scan of the people present.
These few presidents, who were usually so overbearing and haughty when they were in their own companies, straightened their backs automatically when they caught sight of his scrutinizing gaze.