At that moment, Lin Qing's face was tinged with an unnatural flush, and even the buttons on her chest had been fastened incorrectly in her haste. Seeing Lin Qing's state, I instantly realized what had just happened inside.
Lin Qing spoke softly, "Is that Assistant Lin, looking for Mr. Jing?"
I nodded, and then from inside came Jing An's voice, "Lin Qing, you go out first, Assistant Lin and I have some matters to discuss."
Lin Qing sensibly nodded her head, bowed to me, turned around, and left.
My gaze lingered on Lin Qing's retreating figure until I heard a low chuckle from inside, "Wen, have you taken a fancy to Lin Qing?"
I snapped back to reality, chuckled, and turned to walk into Jing An's office, teasing, "Brother Jing, you're really hiding a beauty in the golden house, tsk tsk tsk. I dare not get involved with Secretary Lin Qing; after all, she's your person."
