Jun Mo, having returned to the president's office, pulled a chair over to the opposite side of the desk and sat across from Fan Shaoming. Knowing that his elder brother's mood might be a bit different at the moment, Fan Shaoming considerately helped review the documents, delaying the moment when he would hand the work back to Jun Mo.
It seemed as though Jun Mo was staring at him, but he actually wasn't. He was deep in thought, considering how he could pursue Le Qingqing and gradually make her fall in love with him. She had been by his side for five years, and yet faced with a genuinely high-quality man like himself, she hadn't taken an interest. Jun Mo even began to doubt whether his charm was sufficient. If it were about charm, many of the female employees in the company would secretly have a crush on him.
