The little child, upon seeing his mother arrive, had already forgotten everything in his excitement and hurriedly pulled her inside.
Thus, Ye Ning could only awkwardly carry the fruit basket inside, and afterward, it was in this spotlessly clean and understatedly luxurious apartment that she saw the man sitting at the desk. At that moment, he didn't even lift an eyelid, just kept typing away on the notebook.
Should she go over and greet him?
Ye Ning, recalling the quarrel that had taken place over the phone before coming, instantly felt even more nervous. Letting go of her son's little hand, she plucked up the courage to approach him, "Third Young Master, about today, I really want to thank you."
"..."
No one paid attention to her, the only responses she got were the "click-clack" sounds of the keys being struck by slender fingers and, furthermore, the sound of the air conditioning blowing through the apartment.
