Bo Xu said, "Then you must be careful, sister."

"At 29, I'll only be more cunning than I am now. Maybe I'll be thinking right now about how to mess with my older sister."

Shen Zhiyi chuckled and said, "Maybe you won't be like this now, acting like a child and playing such childish scaring tricks when you mature."

Bo Xu immediately bristled.

"Who's small? I'm not small!"

He lowered his voice, "It's just that I haven't had the chance to let my sister see me. Otherwise, you would know how terrifying my strength is now."

Shen Zhiyi laughed out loud.

He deliberately said, "If you're talking about games, then I guess you could barely qualify."

"If you're so capable, play another game with me tonight."

"If you lose, you have to show me your abs, okay? You're a terrifyingly strong fighter," she teased.

Completely unaware of what was behind him, a tall figure had appeared out of nowhere.

"Sure." The boy's cheerful voice leaked out a little through the poor-quality headphones. "If I win, I'll show you. Then you'll know I wasn't bragging. I even have big abs."

Shen Zhiyi couldn't help but chuckle.

Just as I was about to reply, I suddenly felt a gloomy, low-pressure atmosphere coming from my side and behind.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she slowly turned around—

"Mr. Bo?!"

Startled, she took off her headphones and stood up.

Bo Xu walked over expressionlessly, glancing indifferently at the mimosa on her table.

Shen Zhiyi immediately picked it up. "Does President Bo want it?"

"Shall I deliver one to your office?"

Bo Xu's gaze fell, slowly sweeping across her face, and he said in a low voice, "It seems you really have a lot of free time."

"I still have time to grow some flowers and plants."

He glanced at her phone with an ambiguous expression.

He withdrew his gaze and said coldly, "You'll be attending the group meeting this morning."

After saying that, he strode towards the conference room.

Shen Zhiyi sadly put down the mimosa, grabbed her notebook, and hurriedly followed.

...

The conference room was quiet, with only Bo Xu's voice echoing in the still air.

He looked very different on stage than usual.

He took off his crisp, imposing coat, leaving him in only a shirt and a black vest. He still looked impeccably dressed, except that he had unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves to his forearms, revealing the clear lines of his wrist bones.

He held a laser pointer, his fingers long and slender, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

The moving beam of light followed his voice, traversing the screen and landing on the clear and precise data.

Shen Zhiyi looked at his profile illuminated by fluorescent light, which flickered in front of the projector.

Every gesture he makes exudes a calm, composed, and mature charm.

She looked dazed.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Bo, who usually seems quiet, reserved, and aloof, has such a "passionate and outgoing" side when talking about projects.

His voice didn't sound as deep and cold as usual.

On the contrary, the upward-sloping final note reveals a hint of ambition and vigorous vitality.

Just like... Xiao Xu.

She stared intently at his face.

It's as if I can see that boy, who was full of enthusiasm for everything, transcending time and space, and merging with the mature man in front of me.

Her heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

"Sister, I'm not little."

His voice still seemed to echo in Shen Zhiyi's ears. Her gaze involuntarily drifted downwards, gliding over Thin Xu's Adam's apple, his broad chest taut in his suit, his narrow waist and abdomen, and...

She swallowed hard.

"Shen Zhiyi." The cold voice, filled with oppressive power and authority, pulled her back to reality.

Shen Zhiyi was startled.

She looked up and met Bo Xu's displeased gaze.

"Yes!" she said, holding her breath.

Several pairs of eyes in the conference room turned to her.

Shen Zhiyi's back was stiff.

Bo Xu lowered his gaze, placed his hands on the conference table, and tapped the surface with his knuckles. "You summarize the key points I just mentioned."

Shen Zhiyi quickly glanced at her notebook, took a deep breath, and said, "Okay."

"You just mentioned the key points of this project. There are three areas we should pay attention to, namely..."

She explained things point by point, providing not only detailed information but also very accurately highlighting the key points.

Bo Xu raised an eyebrow.

They seemed quite surprised that she could say it.

"Mr. Bo, have I explained myself clearly?" Shen Zhiyi looked at him nervously.

Bo Xu paused for a moment.

He looked up at the crowd.

"If there are no problems, the project will proceed as she just said, and each department will give me feedback in a week."

Meeting adjourned.

Shen Zhiyi closed her notebook and quietly wiped away her sweat.

fine.

I almost died in the conference room.

Shen Zhiyi returned to her workstation and delivered the compiled meeting minutes to Bo Xu's office.

"Mr. Bo, here are the documents you requested."

Bo Xu glanced through it briefly.

Not only is it clear and concise, but it also highlights the key points, the subsequent focus areas, and the person in charge of each section.

He closed the file and looked up at Shen Zhiyi.

"You're quite capable." His voice was calm and deep, yet it carried a chilling sense of pressure. "You chatted privately at work, spaced out in meetings, and still managed to put together such a complete summary."

"Tell me, should I praise you?" He leaned back in his chair.

His gaze was coldly fixed on her.

Shen Zhiyi's face turned pale with fright.

"Mr. Bo, I will never dare to do it again!" She lowered her head to admit her mistake, her two hands twisting together in front of her, a few strands of her seaweed-like hair falling forward and hanging down beside her face, looking fluttering and pitiful.

"From now on, I will be fully focused and work diligently!"

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