"Yin Qianxue, you can speak now?" That was President Tang's secretary's first reaction. Although her expression was surprised, her voice remained utterly devoid of warmth, matching her coffin-like face perfectly.
Qianxue didn't care, rubbing her sore arms and smiling freely, "Yes, I've been in Switzerland these past four years treating my throat. It's almost completely healed now. I'm here at the company to deliver flowers; the planning department just ordered some indoor potted plants."
