"Mmm."
A smile flickered at the corner of Ling Fei's lips as she walked over.
Ignored the opulent office of Song Tian Mo, she handed him the documents right away.
Song Tian Mo reached out for them.
He glanced at her with an ambiguous smile.
"I'm skeptical, given that you can forget your phone, you might get the wrong files too."
Ling Fei's face turned pink.
She bit her lip and glared at him.
"I'm already upset, and now you blame me? If it weren't for your urgent need for these files and my rush to get them, would I have left my phone?"
Moreover, she was admired downstairs like a panda.
With a long face, Ling Fei crumpled, becoming more and more frustrated. She pulled up a chair nearby, plopping herself down in an unladylike way before setting her handbag down.
Unzipping it.
She took out two lunch boxes and placed them onto the exquisite and fabulous imported coffee table.