"Alright, Lu, that's all in the past. Now we need to look forward. But let me make one thing clear: you can treat me to a meal, but if Meng Jia is there, you definitely won't find me. Since when did your taste become so bad, tsk tsk."
An Ruoxi returned to her usual playful and cute self, shrugging off the large hand on her shoulder, that broad and warm hand that from today on would no longer belong to her, no longer offer her comfort.
Crossing her arms, she stuck out her tongue at Lu Fei, "Don't forget to treat me to lunch, I want a big meal."
With that, she left.
An Ruoxi felt a wave of relief wash over her, finally saying the things she had suppressed for so long. Surprisingly, she didn't feel the slightest bit of sadness anymore.
"Ruoxi, the president wants to see you." Secretary Li De Yi raised his chin as he announced. If President Wei continued to tolerate her, even if she said nothing, the company would surely think the president was completely infatuated with her.
