This superpower is unreliable.

"A surprise for Brother Zhi~ Love comes from Manman~"

Xu Ke handed a letter to Wen Guzhi. There was this sentence written on the envelope, and there was a red lip print next to it, which looked like it was made by someone himself.

Wen Guzhi pinched the corner of the envelope with two fingers, but did not take it. He just frowned and said, "Why send a letter if you don't send an email?"

Xu Keke only replied: "Ms. Luo just called me and said, 'If you don't open it, I guarantee you will regret it.'"

"…It's really haunting."

Wen Guzhi picked up the letter.

"Damn it, I haven't even settled the score with her yet, and she actually dared to send things over here."

Xu Ke glanced at Huang Chiyao silently and raised his eyebrows, as if he was curious about why the atmosphere here was so weird and why Wen Guzhi was so irritable.

Huang Chi shook his head barely perceptibly.

Xu Keke shrugged slightly and said to Wen Guzhi, "Boss Wen, if there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

After Xu Keke left, the air in the office seemed to stagnate again.

The previous topic was interrupted and I don’t know how to start a new topic. However, these two topics are related to the same person.

Huang Chiyao knew that she had done something wrong in the previous topic, so she chose to focus Wen Guzhi's attention on the new topic first.

"Wen...old friend, won't you open the letter and take a look?"

Because of Huang Chiyao's words, Wen Guzhi's expression eased a little. He held up the letter in his hand and looked at it carefully against the sunlight through the window, but because the envelope was a bit thick, he couldn't make out any clues.

So he shook it in disgust, but the envelope was not sealed, and a piece of paper was thrown out of the envelope and fell to Huang Chiyao's feet.

She picked it up and handed it to Wen Guzhi.

Although he was very curious and didn't intend to read it, Huang Chiyao still caught a glimpse of the content above.

The note only had a website printed on it and a handwritten sentence.

"Log in at 10 o'clock!"

The handwriting was quite neat, but judging by the handwriting, it looked like it was written by the same person as the one on the envelope.

Wen Guzhi took it, glanced at it, and murmured.

"This seems to be the website of the Roche Group."

He walked back to his desk, typed something quickly on the keyboard, and then waved to Huang Chi.

"Come and watch together. I don't know what this woman is doing."

Huang Chiyao obediently walked over and stood beside Wen Guzhi.

It is now 9:50. What is displayed on the computer screen is indeed the homepage of Roche Group. The webpage is very traditional and simple, with few pictures. It mainly contains the group's introduction and philosophy, and it feels like a briefing made by an official organization.

As a native of Yueyang, Huang Chiyao naturally knew about the Luo Group. Just as other local classmates said, he had always eaten food produced by their company since he was a child.

What puzzled Huang Chiyao was that, since Luo Tuoman was the daughter of the Luo Group, and the Luo Group had taken root in Yueyang before expanding nationwide, why did she ask him to be her tour guide and take her out to play when they first met?

Maybe this is the bad taste of rich people.

After looking at the website of Luo's Group, Huang Chiyao found nothing interesting, so he focused his attention elsewhere. But as soon as he moved his eyes away from the computer screen, he was attracted by the top of Wen Guzhi's head.

It was the first time for her to observe Wen Guzhi from this perspective.

Although I had tried to look down at him from above when he was having a phobia attack in the elevator, the distance was never this close.

Standing next to him now, if I just bend down and lower my head a little more, I can touch his hair.

It feels a bit strange to look at Wen Guzhi from this angle.

It seems that you can also smell a faint fragrance.

The smell of perfume on Wen Guzhi was not particularly obvious. Only a trace of it would occasionally come out and stay in the nose for only two or three seconds. Before you could have a chance to smell it carefully, it would dissipate silently.

The smell is different from the cold cedar aroma, sharp leather scent, or calm woody fragrance described in novels about domineering CEOs. Instead, it is more like a very clean floral scent.

If Huang Chiyao were to describe it, she would think it was the smell of a flower growing in water.

It was light and quiet. When people discovered it and wanted to find out what it was like, they dived into the water.

It makes people want to jump into the water to pursue this fragrance.

Just when Huang Chiyao's thoughts were about to sink into the water, Wen Guzhi's voice suddenly came to his ears.

"Why... don't you sit down?"

Wen Guzhi moved his chair further away and then stood up, "You sit here." Then he pressed Huang Chiyao's shoulder and sat on his original chair. Then he ran to the opposite side of the table and brought another chair and placed it next to it.

The whole process was a little bit awkward, just like the male classmates Huang Chiyao met on a daily basis.

She realized that she might have been a little rude just now, and her little action was reflected on the computer screen and was discovered by Wen Guzhi. So she said thank you and sat upright in the chair, no longer looking at Wen Guzhi.

There were still five minutes until ten o'clock, and the two of them sat in silence.

Huang Chiyao couldn't help but sigh inwardly, wondering why the air conditioning temperature in the general manager's office was set so high.

In the end, it was Review that first opened the conversation.

"Will you come to my house for a party next Wednesday night?"

Huang Chiyao refused without even thinking. "Sorry, I'm afraid I'm not used to this kind of occasion, so I won't go."

"What if I say it's my birthday party?"

Huang Chi shook his eyes and widened them slightly.

"Then...I will prepare a gift for you."

Just go.

But she still added: "But it won't be too expensive, so don't expect too much."

All I heard was Wen Guzhi laughing softly.

"Just come."

"Okay." Huang Chiyao felt that the atmosphere between the two seemed to have returned to normal, so he asked, "Do you want to wear a gorgeous evening dress?"

"If you don't feel comfortable with it, just wear whatever you like. There's no need to wear a dress."

"No." Huang Chi shook off Wen Guzhi's consideration. "I don't want to stand out at your birthday party. I will wear a dress."

"Okay. Anything you like is fine."

Huang Chiyao's right hand was originally resting on a corner of the chair. When he heard this, he couldn't help but grab the cushion tightly. His eyes moved left and right, and when they moved to the lower right corner of the computer, he saw that it was exactly 10:00. As if there was a rescuer, he immediately reminded Wen Guzhi.

"It's ten o'clock!"

Wen Guzhi reacted and refreshed the webpage.

On the originally concise homepage of the Roche Group website, there was a notice that almost took up the entire page.

"Rothmann takes over as president of Roche Group, effective immediately."

Below is a photo of Rotman, smiling sweetly and looking harmless, but if you look carefully at her eyes, you'll see that there's a dazzling light shining in them.

That is the light of determination and not just stopping there.

It is the ambitious light of a wild beast preparing to attack and occupy territory.