Chapter 81: There's Nothing to Say, Let's Get a Divorce

Qiao Chengxun put his phone down, his icy eyes taking on a layer of deep meaning.

He suddenly stood up and left.

Everyone: ...

With the Boss leaving midway, what about the meeting?

...

The lobby on the first floor.

Wen Meimei stood with fists clenched, leaning against the wall beside the elevator, occasionally tapping her small foot on the ground.

The security guard who had stopped her, fearing she would rush into the elevator, stood by keeping close watch over her.

Those thief-like eyes truly infuriated her.

"Damn it," she thought, "once Qiao Chengxun comes down, I'll definitely teach this dog a lesson."

Ding.

The elevator doors opened, and a shiny leather shoe stepped out, followed by a pair of long, straight legs.

A familiar scent of cologne drifted through the air, and Wen Meimei casually greeted, "Over here."

Qiao Chengxun took a couple of steps toward her, guilt flashing in his profound eyes, and said in a deep voice, "What do you need?"