Mr. Huo, Alipay or WeChat Pay?

Gu Pianpian clicked on her payment code and thrust it in front of Huo Qing'ang's face, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. Her eyes gleamed with anticipation as if she couldn't wait to see him undress.

"Mr. Huo, WeChat or Alipay?" she inquired with a playful tone.

By now, Huo Qing'ang's complexion had turned a terrifying shade of anger. The fury in his deep-set eyes threatened to burst forth like a tidal wave.

Huo Qing'ang's mouth tightened as he glared at Gu Pianpian with a cold, menacing voice. "Get lost!"

Gu Pianpian nodded, her triumphant smile beaming. "Alright!"

Without waiting for Huo Qing'ang to slam the door and storm out, she picked up her water glass and made a hasty exit.

Back in the design department, the employees watched their usually stern director's animated and cheerful demeanor with curiosity.

"Director Gu looks so happy; could it be that Mr. Huo gave her a raise?"