The moment Wang Jing slipped into the office, a large hand suddenly closed around her wrist.
"Naughty again?" a low voice murmured.
Her heart leapt. For a split second, she even thought the tone sounded teasing, almost intimate. Encouraged, she tightened her grip on his hand and leaned closer.
"President Nie… let me serve you."
The haze in Nie Rougang's eyes cleared in an instant. When he opened them and saw Wang Jing's face instead of the one he expected, all warmth vanished. His expression turned as cold and dark as a stormy sea.
He flung her hand aside. "Who let you in?"
Wang Jing stiffened, then lowered her head awkwardly, clutching the hem of her skirt. "I came in myself. I just wanted to take care of you."
Before she could say more, Nie Rougang raised his leg and kicked her away. She fell heavily to the floor, pain shooting through her body.
"Take care of me?" he said coldly. "Do you think you're qualified?"
