Don't Be Soft-hearted When Acting Coquettish

Chen Wei'er took a deep breath, stretched out her sinful little hand, and carefully removed He Xun from the blacklist. 

Her husband was really pitiful! 

Chen Wei'er had already prepared her script for He Xun in her heart. With the last bit of conscience she had left, she sent a message to her miserable husband.

[Dear husband, what are you doing?]

At this moment, the atmosphere in the He Group's top-floor office was heavy.

Yang Zui and three people from the technical department were standing in front of He Xun's desk while trembling with fear. They did not even dare to breathe loudly. This was because the man in front of them, who had his lips tightly pursed and was not saying a word, was scarier than the ruler of hell in their eyes.

Then, in the midst of this tension and horror, the phone on President He's desk suddenly made a rapid sound.