"Time to go to work!"
Early in the morning, Ning Mengyao came to the entrance of East Cross Court.
After calling out a few times, Lin Fan came out from behind Moon Gate.
"I thought you hadn't gotten up yet."
Upon seeing each other again, a smile appeared on Ning Mengyao's face.
Perhaps it was because of the 250 million contract, or maybe it was the intimacy in the office yesterday.
Anyway, their relationship was no longer as hostile as it used to be.
"I got up early, but it seems like you didn't sleep early."
Lin Fan looked at the fatigue on Ning Mengyao's face.
The company must have been busy last night.
But that figure wrapped in professional attire was still enchanting.
"You suddenly brought back such a big project, catching us off guard. Many colleagues have been working overtime in the office all night long, and I'm afraid they won't be able to go home this week. You got such a hefty bonus, shouldn't you treat us to a meal?"
