At last, Li Xiao left with a stack of files, muttering the name of the milk tea Gu Zhiqi had mentioned in a daze.
He had never heard of the name before, and he was genuinely afraid that he might forget it accidentally.
After Li Xiao left, Gu Mengyang took Gu Zhiqi to the reception room next to the office.
The two of them entered the reception room one after the other.
On the sofa in the reception room sat a young man who appeared to be around twenty years old.
The young man was exceptionally handsome, his features exuding a tender youthfulness, laced with a lingering sense of adolescence, a prime example of a fresh young face.
Hearing the noise from the doorway, the young man turned his head for a glance, and upon seeing the figures at the door, he immediately stood up from the sofa, bowing respectfully to Gu Mengyang, "President Gu."
"Mhm," Gu Mengyang responded indifferently, then looked to Sun Yuyang and said, "Take a seat."
