Mu Feng dropped the pen in his hand and picked up his phone. He sent a text to Lu Xinya asking if she was free and if she could accompany him to a charity event.
He didn't want to call because he didn't know if she was busy or if she had gone for the meeting she told him she had.
After waiting for a few minutes and there was no reply he turned his attention to the documents in front of him. He'd call her later, he decided.
Meanwhile, a certain person was sitting in the boardroom with the majority of the board members and the department heads.
Projects after projects were discussed and conclusions where reached for most of the projects when someone mentioned the fact that Xinya had been asked to go through old files and check if anything had been missed.
Xinya stared at the middle aged man who suddenly called her out. It didn't take extraordinary intelligence to tell that the man had been quite intentional about his act.
Mu Feng gritted his teeth. He really didn't know what had possessed him to call that annoying girl.He would have kept his sanity by simply staying on his own but no, he'd allowed the snippets of conversation he'd overheard this morning get to him.He sighed.She was obviously fine, at least she still had the strength to scold him.With those thoughts he focused back in his work.But focusing on his work was easier said than done. His mind kept returning to what he'd heard this morning.Mu Feng dropped the pen in his hand and picked up his phone. He sent a text to Lu Xinya asking if she was free and if she could accompany him to a charity event.He didn't want to call because he didn't know if she was busy or if she had gone for the meeting she told him she had.After waiting for a few minutes and there was no reply he turned his attention to the documents in front of him. He'd call
The hall was rowdy as the guests danced. Xinya walked in, watching the crowd was quite fun as there were different characters to be seen. The arrogant young men who felt the world was theirs, the elderly men who had spent their lives in servitude being yes men. There were the young women caked in make-up who were seeking their next catch, the elderly women scouring the grounds for their potential sons and daughters- in-law not to mention the celebrities who felt like they were on top of the world because they had found themselves in a gathering of the cream of the crop. They swished around in their in season gowns and competed with who had the most sought after jewelry and who glittered the most. Maybe it was this glitter that made them similar to the noveau rich and quite different from the true daughters of nobility.She smiled, this