Knocking on the office door, upon receiving permission to enter, Song Qinghuan stepped inside, looking towards the man with sharply defined features and an icy demeanor sitting at his desk.
She thought he had already left for home, so why was he back at the company now?
"President, here are the documents you wanted," Song Qinghuan spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly, her demeanor neither cold nor warm, every gesture strictly professional.
Shi Yuhuan looked at the file before him while taking notes and didn't lift his gaze to acknowledge Song Qinghuan.
Standing with the documents in her hand, having waited a long while without a response, she eventually placed the documents on his table before speaking, "I have placed the documents on your desk. If there's nothing else, I will take my leave."
Just as she was about to turn around, Shi Yuhuan looked up and they locked eyes.
