Mo Shan arrived before Lu Zhaoyang could return from the secretary department.
She wore a simple and elegant light yellow dress. Her mildly wavy long hair caressed her shoulders. Her face highlighted by elegant makeup stretched into a mellow smile as she made her way to his office.
She stopped just a few steps from the door to keep all the negative emotions in check. When she was ready, she knocked on the door and called sweetly, "Brother Yunting."
There was no answer. She gritted her teeth and pushed the door open.
Huo Yunting was half-lying on his leather chair. His white shirt was unbuttoned near the collar, exposing his fair skin underneath. His exquisite and devilishly charming face was resting peacefully.
She lightened her footsteps, but her heels still clanked softly against the floor.
She walked to his side and studied his face calmly, but her hands clasped tightly together.
This was her man, hers and hers only!
