Chi Zaozao carried her coffee and gently pushed open the door to the office. After entering, she gently closed the door behind her.
Ye Que sat on the sofa in the lounge area, his arm resting on his knee, head buried. From this angle, his entire being seemed shrouded in a melancholy sadness.
He didn't look up, so she, holding the coffee, mimicked Secretary Xiao's previous actions and gently placed the coffee on the coffee table in front.
Then, in a business-like tone, she said, "President, there were no cigarettes for sale, so I brewed you a cup of coffee. I guarantee that after you finish this cup, you'll feel cheerful and spirited, everything tasting delicious."
"..."
Hearing the sound, Ye Que lifted his head.
Seeing the young girl cheerfully explaining in front of him, the fire that was stifling his chest inexplicably vanished entirely.
His face also broke into an uncontrollable smile.
