Yanwu, What's With The Sour Face?!

"Yanwu, what's with the sour face?!"

When it came to Zheng Shanyu's sister, Xun Yanwu found it difficult to maintain a calm face. Everything his boss's sister did was a thing to be suspicious about no matter how little it was.

"Hello Zheng Veronica, I hope you didn't have to wait for long?"

Conscious of the need to sound courteous, Xun Yanwu gave the usual salutation to Zheng Zhi and by so doing would dispel the air of ill will that the other may have sensed coming from him.

"You're not your upbeat self? Is anything the matter? Huh?!"

Zheng Zhi stood a few inches above the aide of her brother, this was attributed to the heels she was wearing.

Try as he may, Xun Yanwu's animosity was thinly veiled while facing the wealthy sister of his boss. On the outside, she was considered a stunning woman with well set looks and great athletic build, slim and elegantly dressed. The inside was something else altogether.