The Ning Group's office building.
Lin Fan walked through the main entrance.
He glanced at the receptionist's desk.
There stood Annie, the receptionist, pursing her lips.
Clearly, she was signaling him with her eyes.
It seemed she had some secret to share.
Understanding, Lin Fan nodded in agreement.
He turned toward a side corridor.
This was a direct passage to the internal restroom.
It was rarely frequented.
"Master!"
Annie, who had found an excuse to come over, immediately wrapped her arms around Lin Fan's waist.
The dependence, was the kind that wished to press herself entirely against him.
"You little rascal, working overtime at night and still coming to work during the day, isn't it too exhausting?"
Lin Fan said with a smile, pinching her nose.
As his undercover informant, their affection stemmed more from physical interaction.
