When she reached the top floor and was on her way to her own office, she bumped into the deep-rooted Song Zhan of the company.
He had a face full of sleep and his hair was in a muddle from pulling an all-nighter.
Song Zhan was also quite astonished at Yu Ting's outfit.
"What on earth are you wearing? A throwback to the 1980s?"
"Ah…" Yu Ting moved her lips over her expressionless face, "My husband thinks it looks good and it keeps me warm."
Song Zhan was speechless.
Lu Nanchen's main concern should be the "keeping warm" part.
After some simple pleasantries, Song Zhan went to make some coffee, and Yu Ting continued to walk towards her office. Once inside, she was greeted with a pleasing view.
The space that had been redesigned and planned came with an excellent office ambience.
If not for the stack of files and documents piled up on the desk next to her, Yu Ting would have been delighted.
Now, it dampened her spirits and she sank into her office chair.
