He bites the last four words very hard.

Xu Zhaozhao stood up from the leather chair with the document in hand, stretched out his other free hand to him, and looked at him very seriously with almond-shaped eyes.

"Gu Qingyan, actually we can be friends."

Be friends?

Gu Qingyan laughed sarcastically in his heart.

Without showing any expression on his face, he put down his crossed legs and stood up.

He took out a small handkerchief from his pocket and held her hand across the small handkerchief.

Only then did Xu Zhaozhao smile with satisfaction.

The gesture didn't make her feel insulted.

Gu Qingyan can let go, which is what Xu Zhaozhao hopes to see.

He took his hand out of the handkerchief and said, "It's a pleasure to work with you."

Turn around and walk behind you.

Click.

Her figure disappeared through the door.

The small handkerchief that Xu Zhaozhao had held was gently stroked by Gu Qingyan.

Slowly raising his hand, the small handkerchief moved to the level of his chin. The wrinkles on it were left when they held each other.

The tip of my nose seems to be able to smell the fragrance of freesia she left behind.

Slowly... the strength in his hand increased, the handkerchief was pinched into more wrinkles, and his knuckles turned slightly white.

Those eyes that were calm in front of Xu Zhaozhao stirred up a storm.

Who wants to be friends with you...
Chapter completed!