The eight words He Che had initially planned to say, "Nice to meet you, I'm looking forward to working with you," were suddenly caught in his throat.
He stared blankly at the small dollop of hand cream on the back of his hand for a moment, then smiled with the corners of his lips, as though he was actually reaching for the hand cream and said, "Thank you."
Immediately, he lowered his head and rubbed the hand cream into the back of his hand.
Accompanied by a faint fragrance, drifting into his nostrils, a trace of smile emerged from behind his glasses.
"Mister He, you've asked everything you needed to ask. If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving." Xia Wan'an raised her hand and pointed towards the door behind her.
He Che, however, didn't try to retain Xia Wan'an. He stepped forward and held the door open for her, exhibiting a gentlemanly demeanor, "Goodnight, take care."
