The issue of addressing someone was ultimately interrupted by two unexpected phone calls. Tang Wan sat in front of the computer, replying to work emails, her heart in turmoil due to a certain someone's influence. The back of her hand, which had been touched by him, still felt faintly warm.
The instigator leaned against a chair, with a soft blanket on his knee. Sunlight poured down, as if a layer of pale gold danced on his eyelashes.
Accompanied by a gentle knock on the door, "Master Wu, the doctor is here."
"Then I'll head back to my room first," Jiang Jinsang stood up. Tang Wan also got up to see him off. The doctor, in his forties and accompanied by an assistant, greeted Tang Wan very politely before following Jiang Jinsang back to the room.
Tang Wan's mind was a jumble, and she couldn't focus on work, so she simply strolled around the garden a few times.
