She was a girl in her teens or early twenties, dressed in branded sportswear, slinging a small backpack over her shoulder. She didn't apologize for her impolite act, but instead held her head high, surveying the expansive office.
Beigong Cang searched his memory for a trace of the girl, and finally broke the silence, "Miss, what brings you here?"
"Looking for you," she said, striding over to Beigong Cang's desk and hopping onto the edge, enchantingly locking gazes with the man on the swivel chair while casually flicking the gold clip on his tie, a flirty vibe spilling forth.
Secretary Tang, still at the door, had no idea who the girl was or what to do, but when she saw Beigong Cang stand up, dodge the girl's touch, and wave her out, she nodded and retreated quickly. Her mind, however, was full of doubts—President Beigong had always had a good relationship with his wife, so why would such a girl be looking for him now?
