I, Fan Yu’s Woman (16)
Translator: DaoistLUbAbJ
Just like that, Qiao Yuanfei was pulled into the president's office by Xiao Liuliu.
Fan Yu was inside.
At this moment, his tall and straight body was sitting in front of his desk.
Against the light, the outline of his face was somewhat blurry, but it seemed more noble and distant.
He crossed his hands and held his chin.
He stared expressionlessly at the computer screen in front of him.
When he heard the sound of footsteps, he did not even raise his head from the computer screen.
Qiao Yuanfei was held by Xiao Liuliu as she approached him step by step. Just as she walked to his side and was about to say something, from the corner of her eye, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the scene on his computer screen that was somewhat familiar.
She was startled. After realizing that it was not her misperception, she took another step forward.
She was almost standing beside Fan Yu.