Still the same empty office.
Guan Qingyao, wearing a silk nightgown, was curled up on the sofa.
She held a red wine glass in her hand, occasionally taking a sip.
When Chen Fang pushed the door open and entered, an indescribable melancholy was flooding her face.
Although they had already met once, seeing her again, Chen Fang's heart still fluttered slightly.
Guan Qingyao's face was truly beautiful; if she were in the political arena, she would undoubtedly be the object of everyone's pursuit. If she were in the entertainment industry, she would definitely be unchallenged at the top.
It's just a pity that such a face rarely leaves this room.
It's undoubtedly a huge irony.
"Did Achen give you any trouble?"
Seeing Chen Fang.
Guan Qingyao put down the wine glass and asked.
Her eyes were slightly blurred.
With a flush on her face.
It was clear she was slightly tipsy.
Chen Fang sat down opposite her and said, "It seems you know he has hostility towards me."
