"Mr. President, you're so talented!"
Xia Yuxun looked at the five small clips on her clothes used for holding folders, the corners of her mouth twitching a few times.
Leng Sichen was buried in his work, calm on the surface, but inside, a storm was brewing—he almost lost control a moment ago, and Xia Yuxun was the object of his near lapse.
This was really too desperate...
It continued this way until the end of the workday, when Xia Yuxun had already fallen asleep on the sofa since she couldn't go out in that state anyway.
"Xia Yuxun, get up!"
Xia Yuxun rubbed her eyes groggily, "Oh, Achen, what time is it..."
Leng Sichen's heart trembled, feeling as if he was pulled back to middle school when Xia Yuxun would fall asleep on her desk after school, wiping saliva from her mouth as she asked him what time it was.
Apart from that time she fainted in the elevator, it had been a long time since he had heard her call him Achen. Maybe it was because he scolded her too harshly last time.
