Dongfang Mu drawled out his words, fearing that Qiao Yin inside wouldn't hear him, "Oh, so President Lu thinks that Godkiller isn't worth your hatred? You look down on her so much?"
Lu Lingche immediately sensed his odd behavior and frowned slightly. "Why are you yelling? Is someone in your office?"
"No, there isn't!"
Dongfang Mu grinned, "President Lu, you asked your questions. Shouldn't you leave? I should be off work too."
"I should indeed."
Lu Lingche nodded, turned around and pretended to leave, but he then suddenly turned back and forcefully pushed open the door to Dongfang Mu's office.
That's when he saw Qiao Yin standing at the door, draped in a red dress.
For a moment, his brain was unable to process the sight.
He could hardly believe that he would see Qiao Yin here.
The men's suit draped over her body stung his eyes.
The atmosphere became tense, and the pressure around him fell to an all-time low.
"Qiao Yin."
Lu Lingche uttered these two words slowly and coldly.