Wen Yi opened her eyes to glance at him, pursed her lips, and, stepping in high heels, walked in. Even as the elevator doors closed, she formally bowed her head and greeted him, "President Mo."
Mo Shichen's smile was so faint it was nearly imperceptible, and he casually hummed a response, acknowledging her.
Wen Yi then stood quietly to one side.
The weather had turned cooler recently, and today she wore a bone-colored, lightweight silk blazer with a pure white base layer, the sleeves rolled up, paired with blackish ink-blue wide-leg trousers, the specific fabric of which was indistinct.
She was always clean, neat, and elegantly efficient, from her clothes and skin to every strand of her hair.
After exiting the elevator, Mo Shichen, initially walking ahead, stopped in his tracks and turned to look down at her, "Miss Wen, do you have plans for the evening?"
Wen Yi looked up and smiled slightly, "Not at all."
His voice was gentle, "May I have the honor of inviting you to dinner?"
