After breakfast, Yang Chen's mind was filled with conflicting thoughts. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure out what Lin Ruoxi would say to Rose. He decided to stop thinking about it.
He drove to the company, took the elevator, and made his way to his office. When he opened the door, he saw a familiar face he hadn't seen in a while.
Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, dressed in a sharp suit and looking quite spirited, was An Zaihuan. He seemed to be humming a tune, in a particularly good mood. His usual secretary, An Xin, was nowhere to be seen.
Hearing the door open, An Zaihuan turned around hurriedly. Seeing it was Yang Chen, he immediately put on a fawning smile, the wrinkles on his face making him look like he was greeting a long-lost relative.
"Director Yang, I've been waiting for you," An Zaihuan said, even bending slightly at the waist as he spoke.
