Fu Yuqing pulled over a chair, sat down in front of the desk, propped her chin up with one hand, and stared at him without blinking.
Lu Yin let out a light chuckle. "Looking like that, you definitely don't seem 'fine.'"
"Then tell me, what do I look like."
Putting down the file in his hand, Lu Yin leaned back in his chair, relaxed, and swept a careless glance at her. "Like you're about to blow up my company."
Fu Yuqing: "..."
Was she really that fierce?
She curled her lips and snorted. "Before I came to find you, I went to your place."
"Oh?" He raised his brows in surprise.
"I went to see Miss Lin."
Fingers interlaced, he asked leisurely, "What did you go to her for?"
"She lied to me!" She slapped a hand on the desk, still pretty worked up, thinking of that morning when she should've been able to have breakfast with him.
But she'd been spun in circles by just a few words from Lin Qinqin, fooled into running off like an idiot.
