"Hm?" As the door swung open, Fang Dongmei's eyes widened in surprise. Wu Xue, her usually composed secretary, appeared unusually peculiar today, accompanied by rapid breaths.
Wu Xue's face grew serious, yet a blush on her cheeks betrayed her true emotions. "Director Fang, do you need anything?" she asked in a professional tone, but her flushed appearance spoke volumes.
She was undeniably thrilled at the moment, her heart pounding so loudly it felt as if it could burst from her chest.
The sensation of being caught added an extra thrill to her already electrified state.
Fang Dongmei was momentarily taken aback by the seriousness in Wu Xue's voice. She nodded and replied, "I need to talk to the new president," conveying her intentions.
She subtly peeked at Zhang Wei, pondering to herself, 'He is the new president? So young... Isn't he the same man who caused a scene this morning?'
