C87 A Cake Called the Taste of First Love

Le Sen bent down to pick up the remains of the golden brush. As he stood up, his peripheral vision noticed that the hidden glass door was wide open. On the other side of the glass door, Fu Xiaoqian's office was in a mess.

There was no doubt that only Liao Zhenbo would dare to do so.

"CEO?"

Leschuder's tone was clearly filled with disbelief. Liao Zhenbo, who was known for his self-control