As if the pen had absorbed the scent of cosmetics from her bag, a subtle fragrance emanated from it and wafted into their noses.
Even the signatures on the contract exuded a faint scent.
The fragrance lingered in the air, seemingly determined to infiltrate every corner of their bodies through their breaths, assertive and dominant.
Gu Shiyan handed her the signed contract.
Fang Wen took it, glanced through it, and looked up at Gu Shiyan, smiling. "Mr. Gu, it's been a pleasure working with you."
"Likewise," Gu Shiyan nodded, turning to leave.
However, Fang Wen took a step forward and walked up to him. "Mr. Gu, you must be tired. Let me assist you to the resting area for a break."
Gu Shiyan raised an eyebrow, and his deep eyes suddenly seemed to turn into an eternal ice cave, emanating a chilling gaze as he looked at her. "You've got the wrong person."
