Nightingale Bar, inside the boss's office.
When Wang Chen walked in and saw the furnishings, he felt a deep sense of confusion.
"Is this an office?"
Xiao Tiantian looked at his astonished expression, spread her hands with a laugh, "Yeah, it's a bit plain here, don't mind it."
Hearing this, the corners of Wang Chen's mouth twitched twice involuntarily.
The office was at least sixty or seventy square meters.
By the window, there was a double bed surrounded by light purple gauze curtains, similar to mosquito nets.
Paired with the pink wallpaper on the walls and the polygonal lamp hanging in mid-air, it gave off an atmosphere full of flavor.
In front of the bed, there was a television set as big as half a wall, standing out prominently.
On another side was a small bathroom made of glass, which was semi-transparent, and one could vaguely see a bathtub inside.
By the window was an oddly shaped desk with two computers on it, one large and one small.
