A few days later.
Qi Jianyi entered He Zeqing's office with a drink in her hand, her steps light and confident. She glanced around the spacious room, taking in the sleek, modern furnishings, but couldn't spot its owner.
Deciding to make herself comfortable, she chose the plush couch near the large window and settled down, casually placing her drink on the coffee table.
A few moments later, the sound of the door opening instantly broke the silence, and she looked up to see He Zeqing entering the room, his face tight with stress. His usual composed demeanor was replaced by a rare, unmistakable sign of tension.
"Oh, you're here?" he greeted, his voice laced with a mix of surprise and mild irritation, as he walked toward her.
Qi Jianyi couldn't help but notice the weariness in his eyes and the furrow in his brow. Her lips curled into a playful grin.
