“I'll give you until tomorrow to get me a result.”

“This one. Do it again.”

The boss was surrounded. He lowered his eyes and continued giving instructions.

He had a powerful and suppressing aura.

When he walked past the lobby afterward, the secretary and others bowed. “Boss.”

“Yes.”

Without stopping, the man continued moving forward. All of a sudden, he furrowed his brows and paused.

Raising an eyebrow, he asked, “Did someone come?”

The secretary who had greeted Song Yaoyao froze. “No… No one came!”

Huhuhu. She cried on the inside as she trembled in fear.

To lie in front of the boss was like having a death wish.

Fortunately, the man just glanced at her and did not question her further before he disappeared into his office.

“Phew… It's fine…”

Miss Song, I can only help you this far!

If Boss loses his temper, please protect me!

Good luck!

Huo Yunque sat at his desk and flipped through the doc.u.ments in his hands. While Huo Qi stood there waiting for his next instructions, the man suddenly removed his gla.s.ses and said, “Go out.”

Huo Qi: “Huh?”

The man narrowed his eyes. His gaze was sharp like a knife.

Huo Qi sensed the looming pressure and immediately nodded his head. He then turned around and headed straight out without stopping.

The Boss was getting harder and harder to understand!

The office was quiet.

Song Yaoyao was hidden under the office desk. In her hand, she was still holding the big apple which was beautifully wrapped in a red ribbon.

She held her breath, too afraid to make a sound.

As she heard the man's footsteps approach, her heart almost jumped out of her chest.

He's coming…

As the chair in front of her sunk, a pair of legs appeared in her line of sight.

The man's gray trousers outlined his thin and slender legs, and on his feet were a pair of black leather shoes with no dust.

Song Yaoyao looked away; she did not dare to look properly.

She was forced to hide in a small s.p.a.ce. As the legs moved forward, she bit her lip and shrunk back further.

Huhu!

The man's legs were right in front of her and his toes were less than 1cm from her.

If he moved forward a little more, he would kick her.

Song Yaoyao's heart thumped like thunder; her hands were covered in sweat. Inside the dark and small s.p.a.ce, all her senses were increased. She heard the man tapping on his keyboard and flipping his doc.u.ments…

As she hid there, she broke out in a cold sweat.

Should she jump out? Should she not?

How was she to do it?

She watched the man sit tightly, his long legs elegantly overlapping as he blocked her exit.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes…

Song Yaoyao kneeled on the ground for so long that she began to lose feeling in her own legs.

Huo Yunque was the type of person who forgot the time when he worked. By the time he realized and checked the time, 20 minutes had pa.s.sed.

The little thief who had snuck into his office was quite good at hiding.

He chuckled, rested his cheek in his hands, and knocked on the desk.

He lowered his long eyelashes. As the light shone down on his handsome face, his eyelashes cast shadows on his cheeks.

“Mm…it's time to finish work. May I ask how long you're planning to hide for, Miss?”

Song Yaoyao almost cried out: Gege how did you know?

She opened her eyes wide, bit her lip, and hesitated for a couple of seconds.

Forget about it! Go for it!

Huo Yunque glanced down and focused on his back, antic.i.p.ating that the girl was hidden in his resting lounge and would ambush him from behind.