C29 As Expected I Didn't Misjudge Her

Almost late again. When Jiang Xiaohan arrived at the office, gasping for breath, the clock pointed to 8: 59. That was close!

Before he could steady himself, the landline on Jiang Xiaohan's desk rang. The familiar number of "8888" made his heart tremble, "CEO, what can I do for you?"

"A cup of coffee!" A familiar cold voice came from the other end of the phone