Song Weiyi visited Pei Yibai's office for the first time to have lunch with him.
It turned out that Pei Yibai's office was even bigger than the entire design department's office.
A whole row of filing cabinets lined the side, filled with various folders, and just glancing at them made Song Weiyi's head spin.
And on the side, there was a space set aside as a reception area, with a wine-red leather sofa taking up that section.
What surprised Song Weiyi the most was that his office even had its own private bar.
However, this bar wasn't directly in the office, but in a resting area inside.
In the liquor cabinet, many fine wines were displayed.
Song Weiyi clicked her tongue and turned around lightly, "Hubby, so this is what a president's office looks like. Now, I suddenly understand why everyone wants to be a president."
"You talk too much, hurry up and come in, do you still want to eat or not?" Pei Yibai ruffled her hair, looking at this woman tenderly.
