When he saw Murong Qiao's photo, Nan Xuan was stunned for a long time.
He didn't even notice the boss's question on the computer. He only looked at the photo sent by Nan Hao as if he was looking at a treasure. The original photo was carefully stored in his cell phone and then set up as a wallpaper.
This way, he could see Qiaoqiao every day.
Nan Xuan suddenly laughed. This sound couldn't help but attract the attention of his colleagues who were working overtime beside him.
"What are you doing?" The colleague came over.
Nan Xuan's face was usually so cold that it could freeze people to death. It was rare to see him smile like a spring flower. His colleagues couldn't help but be curious.
Then, the colleague saw the photo that Nan Xuan had just set up on the cell phone wallpaper.
"Whoa." The colleague clicked his tongue in surprise, his eyes fixed on her. "You have a crush on her?"
