When Su Hongxing knocked on the door and entered, Ye Qilan was immersed in work.
The office was spacious and bright, filled with every necessary piece of equipment, attracting in a way that was both grand and minimalist.
A warm sunbeam fell upon Ye Qilan from behind, bathing him in a warm glow that highlighted his charming and handsome features.
Now a man in his thirties, he was wise and composed, radiating a distinct aura of nobility from his core.
After dealing with the documents in his hand, Ye Qilan took a sip of tea and cast his ink jade-like gaze upon Su Hongxing.
His eyes lingered for a few seconds longer on her ample chest, making him suddenly feel a bit dry in his throat and a tightening in his abdomen.
Trying to avoid his wolfish stare, Su Hongxing subtly shifted her body, only to find that Ye Qilan's gaze was now fixed on her hips, which infuriated her.
"I've been drinking Apricot flower tea daily. Would you like a sip?"
