Qiao Mu entered the office and sat down on an empty couch.
The office was spacious, and there was a table and a chair in the middle of it. A black leather couch stood not too far away from the table. On her left, was a redwood cabinet with bottles of expensive liquor and pricey liquor glasses inside. On her right, there was a floor to ceiling window, providing the office with ample sunlight.
Even though the interior of the office was simple, it was obvious that all the furniture were expensive.
Qiao Mu sized up the bottles of expensive liquor that she had only seen in magazines. She then went before the floor to ceiling window and looked down. From where she was standing, the people and cars on the streets looked like ants. Li Yan was so rich and powerful, and she could not help but to think about how making comparisons was the death of joy.
