Sitting in the rotating chair next to the massive solid-wood desk, reading a newspaper. When he saw her come in, he didn't have a stern face because of last night's incident; he still wore a warm expression.
Next to him, Hong Minjun, clad in a professional suit, placed a cup of fragrant green tea on the desk. Seeing Jian Anning enter, Minjun nodded at her in greeting, then left the office, closing the door behind her.
However, these were not the main points!
The main point was, on the leather sofa next to the desk, reclining lazily, if that man wasn't Yu Zexiao, then who could it be?
Yu Zexiao wore a pair of large, black sunglasses that only revealed his elegantly chiselled chin. His lips, thin and delicate, closed together, reflecting an even, moist sheen. At this moment, his slender body reclined lazily on the sofa, his long legs crossed comfortably, holding a cup of steaming orange juice in his hand, appearing completely relaxed and at ease.
