At the doorway.
Han Yu was holding two cups of milk tea, waiting with a beaming smile for Lin Qingya and the secretary, Yan.
"How did the talk go?"
Seeing the two come out, Han Yu greeted them with a smile and handed them the milk tea.
Yan didn't dare to accept it, speaking with utmost respect, "Mr. Han, I'm sorry, I was not very nice to you before..."
This time, Miss Lin was able to recover the debt from Tianlong Commerce Chamber thanks to Han Yu's influence.
Previously, Yan really didn't think much of Han Yu; she looked down on him from the bottom of her heart, believing he was just lucky to have caught President Lin's eye.
But now, it seemed she had truly underestimated him.
"Really? I didn't notice," he said.
Han Yu chuckled, handed her the milk tea, and diffused the awkwardness between them.
Lin Qingya usually didn't like drinks that were too milky or too sweet, but she was in a good mood right now and accepted it anyway.
