In fact, Tong Ran didn't mind who she became friends with, or what she liked to do; he wouldn't interfere too much. As long as she stayed by his side, didn't think all day about leaving him, he would go along with her in everything.
If Mo Nanjue spoiled a woman, he could spoil her to the heavens.
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Working until noon, Tong Ran glanced at the time—it was already eleven fifty.
She stretched lazily, with half of her tasks and schedules still to be sorted. Thinking she could finish before leaving work in the afternoon, she cautiously approached the half-open door of the inner office, peeking inside.
She saw Mo Nanjue sitting at his desk, phone in hand, looking serious, his dark eyes intently fixed on the computer screen, seemingly dealing with something very important.
After waiting a while, the man showed no intention of hanging up the phone.
He probably had a CEO's special lunch, right?