For some reason, the 88th floor of the Bo Consortium felt eerily cold.
Everyone tensed up, wishing they could tiptoe around.
The higher the level was, the more strained the atmosphere was.
There was too much stuff in Yu Song's arms.
Chocolate, potato chips, duck neck, dried beans, beef jerky, dried squid, fresh oranges…
At this moment, there were a few female colleagues who were feeling bashful. They nudged each other towards Yu Song.
Even though Yu Song looked rather solemn, their hearts were nonetheless fluttering a little.
Was he going to profess his love?
It turned out that he was also a man with strong charisma!
At the resting area on the rooftop…
This was the best place to profess one's love!
However, seeing the three women in front of him, Yu Song felt helpless. Was there a need for so many people to tag along?
What were the girls these days thinking of?
"Secretary Yu…"
Here it comes!
