When An Yiqing opened the door and walked in, she saw a group of men with red eyes sitting on the sofa, studying documents.
"The Chairman, Miss An is here." The receptionist called out perceptively. Bai Yiming, who was exhausted and pinching the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed, suddenly stopped his right hand and looked up sharply.
"Why are you here?!" The bewitching beauty in his eyes revealed a thick layer of surprise, which then turned into deep concern.
He strode over to An Yiqing, examining her non-stop.
"Are you feeling better? You've just woken up a few days ago and you're already running around causing trouble? How did you get so thin? How is Lao San taking care of you?"
The several department managers sitting on the sofa were dumbfounded as they watched their devilishly handsome but ruthlessly tough and cold-hearted Chairman transform into a nagging housekeeper, as if they had been struck by lightning.
