In the meeting room, Lu Fengxuan became the focal point of everyone's attention.
They breathed with her breath, staring at her hand without blinking, extremely tense.
No one made a sound, and even their breathing was cautious.
Yu Chiyin maintained the same posture throughout, and from his angle, he could clearly see the lines of code she hammered out, the light in his eyes growing more evident like fireworks.
He couldn't help but lower his gaze, looking at her with immensely admiring and joyful eyes, his handsome face with a hint of a smile.
In his eyes shone an irrepressible pride, proud for her.
Lu Fengxuan didn't notice how suspicious his look was; she was completely immersed in her own world, oblivious of everything happening outside.
Excessive energy consumption caused a fine layer of sweat to form on her forehead.
She blinked, and the sweat seeped into her eyes along her eyelashes, which was a bit uncomfortable.
