Ignoring his calls was one thing, but playing the shutting off game with him?
After finishing the meeting and leaving the conference room, Gu Nanqiao returned to his office and turned on his phone, only to find twenty-one missed calls.
Just as he was hesitating whether to send a message back, another call came through.
As the phone kept buzzing, Gu Nanqiao had no choice but to answer the call, but his tone was very stiff and carried a hint of indifference, "What? Do you need something?"
Huo Jingting raised an eyebrow, "Can't I contact you if there's nothing wrong?"
"I'm busy." She tossed out coldly, "If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up."
Having said that, she was about to hang up the call.
Huo Jingting panicked, quickly got to the point, "I'll pick you up from work tonight, take you out for dinner."
"Not in the mood." Gu Nanqiao coldly tossed out three words again.