Upon entering the President's office, they closed the door, shutting out all curious and prying eyes.
Gong Yeyan, holding a soup-filled crab cream bun, set it down on the coffee table in front of the office couch. Ming Ge scurried over and winced as she sat down with a hiss of pain.
"What's wrong?" Gong Yeyan was unpacking the meal nestled in the insulated box, laying it out on the coffee table layer by layer. Hearing her, he looked up.
Ming Ge rubbed her leg and waved her hand, "It's nothing, I just accidentally got pushed into the corner of the desk earlier."
Her face bore an air of indifference.
She was indifferent to the injury caused by the desk corner, but her interest was piqued by the fragrant food in front of her.
Gong Yeyan stopped what he was doing and suddenly extended his hand, lifting the girl from the sofa and placing her on his lap.
She sensed the hem of her skirt being lifted.
