Without remorse, Ye Chen enjoyed a fragrant lunch. He was so full and satisfied because he had never had such a nice homemade meal in a long time.
How long had it been?
It had been too long to the point that he could no longer remember.
This afternoon, Ye Chen's emotions were turbulent and he was so cold as if water vapor could condense on his facial features. If Ye Chen was typically cold and elegant, he was unusually distant and frigid today.
Cheng Anya had received several scolding from him without apparent reason, and the ambiance of the entire office was no different from a freezing winter. Everyone was at risk, and whoever was called into Ye Chen's office would receive a scolding.
Cheng Anya could tell that Ye Chen was thoroughly vexed.
As the end of the day approached, Ye Chen asked Cheng Anya to make him a cup of coffee. When Anya brought the coffee in, Ye Chen was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his slender figure emanating an oppressive presence.
