Lu Nanchen, sitting by the side, was experiencing for the first time the spectacle of watching Yu Ting work right in front of him. She looked captivating in the boss's chair - her fair complexion was highlighted against the black chair, her not-so-large eyes slightly upturned at the corners, and her full, rosy lips lightly smiling.
She was beautiful and charming.
After Yu Ting finished her calculation, she noticed Lu Nanchen was staring at her. Her overbearing presence tapered off, and she tilted her head to ask, "What's up?"
"Nothing," Lu Nanchen responded with a light smile, "Do you have any work left? What time are you thinking of heading home?"
"No work left, I stayed in the office for a few days before my business trip, got a lot done. Right now there's just the final episode of "Dreaming Twenty-first Century" to record next week; we can head home after that," Yu Ting explained.
"Okay."
Song Zhan, whose desk was piled a half a meter high with unfinished paperwork: ?
