The seasonal change had already passed, and the nights that turned into autumn were always so warm that the windows were fogged up, not to mention that the air conditioner in the room was also on.
Murong Qiao met Huo Yichen's gaze and suddenly had the urge to reach out and gently touch the glass.
To the left and right, a curved line was drawn. It was a simple smile.
When she finished the last stroke, Murong Qiao couldn't help but laugh. When Huo Yichen saw this smile, he couldn't help but lean over.
"President?" Ye Zhen looked over.
Seeing Huo Yichen move, Ye Zhen tensed up, thinking that the President had some thoughts or was not satisfied with the cooperation.
Xu Zhuo and the person-in-charge also looked over.
Huo Yichen stood up. "I'll leave the rest to you. I still have something on."
He handed the matter to Ye Zhen and no longer had the mood to stay. He strode out the door.
