She smiled as she was about to close the door, but the man, as if reading her mind, pushed the door open a few inches and moved closer, exuding an imposing and noble air, "Don't make me come over and ask."
Ye Xian: "..." This was a blatant threat. If he seemed unhappy at the entrance of the police station just now, he now looked positively menacing.
Bully her?
Although she was his employee, she was also opinionated and had a temper!
During workdays, he was her boss, and she followed his orders and was under his control, but now it was after work, and moreover, at home—it was her private time, her private space. What right did he have to boss her around? She wouldn't pay any attention to his nonsense!
Ye Xian slammed the door shut.
Five minutes later, a lonely, weak, and pitiful figure tiptoed to room 2001 and rang the doorbell, her voice soft and mellow, "CEO, I have changed. May I come in now?"
"The door is not closed."
"Okay"
