The summer in the sea is extremely hot, and the scorching sun is reflected through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Fu Rong brought a cup of tea, her bright red nail polish lined her fingers white, she took a sip and said, “Chloe, I heard Assistant Zhou say that your materials are not ready yesterday.”
Chloe sat aside, blankly without a word.
There was silence all around, and there was a sudden “slap” that made her eyebrows twitched and almost fell off the sofa.
The glass tea cup was slammed on the coffee table, still exuding a trembling aftertaste.
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