[Fu Tingxi, I need to take tonight off.]
[Denied.]
Jiang Muyao read the message on her phone and gave a cold snort. She grabbed the suitcase she had packed that morning and slipped out of the house.
She had barely reached the airport when she got a notification that her flight was delayed.
Frowning, she headed for the check-in counter, planning to switch to another flight. No matter what, she had to get away for a while today.
But people make plans, and fate laughs. Every flight was delayed.
Jiang Muyao waited in despair in the departure lounge. The doors opened, and a man walked in with a wicked smile.
“Where are you rushing off to, Mrs. Fu?”
“Fu Tingxi, did you mess with the flights?” Jiang Muyao picked up her bag and hurled it at him.
Fu Tingxi reached out and caught it, holding it securely in his arms.
“You run off without getting your leave approved? Impressive!”
