Jiang Yingyue returned to her senses and looked at Han Qingshan.
Having finished his phone call, Han Qingshan had used some time to observe Yu Xiulan and Jiang Yingyue's behavior, and he was quite uncomfortable.
Sitting back behind the desk, Han Qingshan observed Yu Xiulan. "Why are you here today?" he asked, his voice neutral, not displaying any emotion at all.
Usually, Yu Xiulan would use any excuse she could think of to come and converse with Han Qingshan or use any means to grab his attention, and today was no exception.
The moment she heard his voice, Yu Xiulan awoke from her stupor, and the smile on her face bloomed.
"Young Master Shan," she almost purred, her voice so soft and warm that almost any male would feel their knees weaken, but Han Qingshan was completely unaffected.
