"Every day, it's either Qin Yan on your lips or how her daughter is doing. Is Qin Yan your direct superior, or does she pay your salary?"
Bo Yunshen's face was devoid of any expression; as he looked at Xu Lin, even the last traces of warmth dissipated into nothingness.
"I've said it, I will not go! That bastard, she has nothing to do with me!"
Bo Yunshen raised his wrist, glanced at the delicate watch on it, and it seemed as if stars were falling in his eyes, all sparkle— but this layer of light was too cold, too icy.
"Qin Yan hasn't returned to the company yet?"
Xu Lin nodded, and Bo Yunshen's irritation surged within him. His brows knitted tightly, his gaze sharp as a thin, yet exceedingly keen, blade.
Suddenly, he slammed his hand on the table with a "bang," startling Xu Lin into a shiver.
"Playing the role of market director pretty well, huh! Disappearing whenever she pleases! Who gave her such gall!"