Originally, Wei Chengfeng had thought about asking Su Li to deliver lunch to him again at noon, but considering how exhausting yesterday was for her, he decided against it.
He casually had the secretary order takeout, but just as he was eating, a few photos were sent to his phone.
The person in the photos was easy to recognize—the one smiling the brightest and happiest, if not Su Li, then who could it be?
And the man sitting across from her, he knew him as well, that was Luo Chuan.
She had barely finished entwining with him when she was already eager to meet another man; Su Li really had some nerve.
Wei Chengfeng switched off his phone and, without any gentleness, threw it to the side. He couldn't swallow another bite of the hardly touched meal, and a surge of anger welled up inside him. With nowhere to vent, he kicked the coffee table in front of him a meter away.
The loud noise drew the assistant from outside, who entered and anxiously asked, "President, what's wrong?"