"Brother Zhantian..."
A coy voice came through,
Nan Zhifeng "swooshed" and hid under the desk.
Ye Zhantian looked down at her, the corners of his lips curving up in a playful, mischievous smile.
"Brother Zhantian, you're here." Chu Qianjiao walked in. "I'm not disturbing you, am I?"
"It's very impolite to enter someone's room without permission."
Ye Zhantian was blunt.
"I knocked." Chu Qianjiao pouted, looking somewhat wronged.
"I am the one who opened the door." Ye Dong said coldly, "It's not Qianjiao's fault."
Ye Zhantian frowned but said nothing more.
"Brother Zhantian, when you have your meeting later, can I rest here?"
Chu Qianjiao sat across from him, leaning on the table. She rested her chin in her hands and cooed at him.
Nan Zhifeng tugged at Ye Zhantian's trouser leg, signaling him not to agree.
But Ye Zhantian did not reject her outright. Instead, he asked Ye Dong, "Why do you have the leisure to come to the company today?"
