Sang Qian took a deep breath and pushed open the door.
Ji Chengzhou, thinking it was his assistant or secretary delivering documents, said without looking up, "Put it on the desk."
Sang Qian placed her bag on the desk.
Ji Chengzhou, noticing from the corner of his eye that it wasn't a document but a woman's handbag, looked up and saw Sang Qian, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes, "Why is it you?"
Sang Qian smiled wryly, "I missed you, is it not okay to come and see you?"
Ji Chengzhou leaned back into his chair, his face showing a teasing smile as he looked at Sang Qian, "You're this free?"
Sang Qian walked behind Ji Chengzhou, with her hand on his shoulder, neither too light nor too heavy, and massaged him, "And I need to discuss something with you as well."
