Lin Gantang expressed neither approval nor disapproval of her friend's hobby; after all, who doesn't like to admire a handsome guy? But she was worried that her good friend was too impulsive, howling every time she saw one. With a quick move, she dragged her friend to the office.
Lin Gantang knocked on the door and, hearing an invitation to enter from inside, pushed it open and walked in.
Yin Zhen, who was busy writing something, looked up at her and said, "Why knock? I thought you were a subordinate coming in to report for work."
Lin Gantang asked with surprise, "Otherwise, what, you want me to just kick the door open?"
Yin Zhen nodded, "That does seem more your style."
Lin Gantang, smoothing out her dress and sitting down gracefully, retorted, "Nonsense, the current me is clearly beautiful and elegant."
Yin Zhen wanted to say stop pretending, it's painful to the eyes, but seeing her sit so properly and her pretty face, he couldn't bring himself to tease her.
