"Xiang Yimo, can you please stop making a scene?" Zhong Lingling also felt very wronged by Xiang Yimo's questioning.
Returning to C Country after such a long time, she had finally encountered someone from her memories. Filled with joy, she talked a bit more with Zhou Wei, and since he also worked at Xiang Group, she spent a day in his office. After all, Yimo was so busy with work that he had no time for her. Staying with Yimo was much more boring than being with Zhou Wei.
Why did Yimo, who was like interrogating a criminal, make her feel so uncomfortable just for catching up with an old friend?
She roared, and suddenly Yimo walked around the desk and approached her.
His breathing was so heavy, his expression so stern, that Lingling's heart trembled with fear.
"What are you doing!"
No sooner had she spoken than her lips were fiercely sealed by Yimo's. This wasn't a kiss; it was more like a punishment.
Why had she forgotten him so thoroughly?
