"Zhou Fan, what do you think you're doing?" The moment Zhou Fan answered the call, the roar of a she-devil erupted from the other end, so loud that he instinctively held the phone away from his ear.
"Who pissed you off, Little Yaoyao? Why are you so angry?" Zhou Fan waited until the voice on the other end quieted down before daring to bring the phone closer.
"You, of course! You came to Divan just now, so why didn't you come up to see me? And why did you take so many people away without my permission? Didn't you say I had full authority here?" Chen Yao was furious. 'This guy tricked me into managing his company,' she thought, 'and now he either disappears for ages or shows up without even saying hello!'
"How about I treat you to a meal as an apology?" Zhou Fan rubbed his nose. 'God knows what's gotten into her,' he thought. 'She's probably just bored.'
