How To Conciliate The Boss?

Huo Beichen had eagerly assigned the manor's housekeeper to prepare xiaolongbao and pumpkin porridge, Ning Meng's favorite dishes, for breakfast.

However, when Ning Meng had finally come down from her room, she had gone straight to the door. Huo Beichen did not even get to talk to her!

Besides... Lin Qingbei? Who was that? No one was better than him?

Huo Beichen's face turned dark as a whiff of cold air swirled wildly in the dining hall. He had now lost his entire appetite even though there was a full table of breakfast prepared in front of him.

He stood up from his chair and walked toward the front door. Before he could even reach it, the pink Maserati had zoomed out the gate with a loud vroom.

...

Huo Beichen's face turned even darker than before, emitting a seethingly dangerous aura from his body.