Sitting in the meeting room, Bai Yan eyes stared at the pointer on his watch. When the pointer flew across the plane, Bai Yan heaved a sigh of relief, but he could not ignore the disappointment in his heart.
He raised his hand to signal that the department manager could finish the meeting. Bai Yan stood up and walked to the French window. He looked at the cloudless sky as if he was looking at a distant Zhen Mei.
"Young Master!"
Yan Feng panted as he pushed open the door of the meeting room. Looking at Bai Yan back, he was still in shock.
"Speak."
For some reason, Bai Yan actually felt as if something had suddenly disappeared from her heart. She did not see Yan Feng expression on her face. Bai Yan mind was filled with a charming smile on her face.
Perhaps he would never see that smile
