She dug a spoonful of porridge and stuffed it into her mouth, tasting sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty all at once. She looked up and met the curious eyes of the man across from her.
"What are you looking at?!" She dared not raise her voice in front of Jun Ye, but the arrogance in her tone was still unabated.
After all, she was his superior.
Li Juntao took a sip of water, feeling sulky: He was just curious and stole a glance or two. If she felt lonely, she could find a man. With her own conditions, it shouldn't be hard to find a partner.
Putting down the glass, Li Juntao stood up and said to Jun Ye, "Yao Ke, I have nothing to do. I haven't finished my report at home, so I'm leaving first."
Jun Ye was busy feeding soup to his woman and didn't have time to look up, so he just responded, "Alright, you can go."
Yan Yajing picked up the bowl, and without hesitation, as Li Juntao opened the door and left, she gulped down the porridge and jumped up to go back to her room.
