"Yanyan? What are you doing here?" Yan Nansheng's expression was one of horror.
"I'm interning here," Feng Yanyan said with a smile, placing the coffee on the spacious desk before gazing at him with hands propping up her cheeks.
Indeed, this was the man she had fancied since she was a little girl—he was just so handsome!
As he had just arrived at the company, he was still dressed in a suit and tie, with his white shirt neatly buttoned up. He was groomed impeccably, looking dignified and attractive, and compared to his usual casual attire, this version of Brother Sheng immediately made her think of one word:
"Ascetic!"
"What?" Yan Nansheng suddenly raised his voice.
"Uh..." Feng Yanyan's face turned red; she had inadvertently blurted out her inner thoughts like an infatuated fool.
"It's nothing, it's nothing. Brother Sheng, you should drink the coffee; I make pretty good coffee," Feng Yanyan hurriedly said with a laugh.
