Ye Xian had thought it was all over, that the Tibetan Mastiff was going to attack the CEO; she was all set to jump down from the tree when, unexpectedly, the CEO turned out to have a tranquilizer gun, and his shooting was so precise—a direct hit!
She was completely stunned, watching the man fold up the syringe gun under the sunlight and walk towards her step by step, his aura shining brighter than the blazing sun overhead.
My dream boss, a towering tycoon, would one day come driving a Lamborghini, holding a syringe gun, walking from the edge of the forest, and pick me up from the mulberry tree.
Bo Tingshen walked to the battered mulberry tree, his gaze piercing as he looked at Ye Xian, who clung to the branches like a sloth.
"Come down."
The man's tone was very cold, icy even, but Ye Xian, filled with shock and gratitude, felt nothing and simply nodded briskly, climbing down from the tree.
"Ah!!!"
