When Le Tong brought the coffee and pizza into the president's office, Ji Rui glanced at the pizza on the table, frowned slightly, looked up at Le Tong, "Why is it not porridge?"
"We ran out at home. I didn't have time to cook it last night. Also, about the breakfast I promised the president yesterday, I'm sorry, I've changed my mind."
Le Tong didn't offer any explanation for her change of heart, nor did she give Ji Rui a chance to ask, she didn't say a word more, turned around, and walked out.
After Le Tong left, Ji Rui ate the pizza and drank the coffee, feeling increasingly uncomfortable with every bite. Thus, the President Ji, who never pesters anyone, especially not women, surprisingly dialed the internal phone without hesitation to question his little secretary.
"Le Tong, what do you mean?"
When he said this, his expression remained indifferent, yet the piece of pizza in his hand met with unwarranted misfortune, unconsciously clutched in his palm, squished into a ball.
