Zheng Keryun narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly, started the car and drove towards home.
More than half an hour later, Zheng Keryun returned home.
He threw the car keys casually on the coffee table in the living room and walked straight upstairs.[
Aunt Qian happened to come out of the bedroom with an empty cup. When she saw him rushing upstairs with a gloomy face, she couldn't help but said with some worry, "Mr. Zheng? Mr. Zheng, are you okay?"
"It's okay." Zheng Keyun replied expressionlessly, without stopping.
"Sir! Mr. Zheng!" Aunt Qian quickly stopped him.
"What are you stopping me for?" Zheng Keyun's face sank and he looked at Aunt Qian's hand on his arm.
"Ms. Xia is just pregnant, and she must still be emotionally unstable. Mr. Zheng, your expression is too scary. What if you scare Miss Xia to the point of selfishness? It's better to go in later." Aunt Qian glanced at the closed door.
,explain.
"I understand." Zheng Keyun nodded, took a deep breath, turned and walked towards the study.
When Aunt Qian saw that he did not enter the bedroom, but turned around and entered the study, she breathed a sigh of relief and went downstairs.
Zheng Keryun sat at his desk with a sullen face, looking at the heavy rain outside the window and taking deep breaths.
He originally wanted to turn on the computer and browse through his mailbox, but when he thought of the previous accident, his outstretched hand suddenly stopped, waved, and punched the table hard, making a loud noise.
Damn Luo Xiheng!
How dare you provoke him in front of him? He must make that brat suffer a lot!
Zheng Keryun squinted his eyes, picked up the phone on the table, quickly pressed a few numbers, and put it to his ear.
The phone was quickly connected, and a strange and non-standard Chinese came from the other end of the phone, "Leader? Why did you call me?"
Leader is Zheng Keryun's English name. He rarely uses it normally. He is called this only when communicating with foreign customers.
"Francis, where are you now?" Zheng Keryun asked calmly.
"I'm attending a clothing exhibition in France. What, you want to ask me for something?"