Making friends with such a person was especially easy, making Lin Muxue somewhat reluctant to pretend anymore.
Zhao Yaqian accepted it with embarrassment and began to mimic her actions.
13:30 PM.
The two took a taxi from the restaurant and headed straight for CY Building.
Upon entering the bright and spacious lobby on the first floor, Zhao Yaqian subconsciously clung to Lin Muxue's arm.
She had never been to such a formal office building before, and the sight of the white-collar workers bustling to and fro made her somewhat nervous.
Lin Muxue walked with a poised posture, pulling her toward the reception desk with long strides.
They smoothly took the elevator up to the 29th floor.
As the elevator doors slowly opened,
Lin Muxue patted her hand and smiled, "Don't be nervous, it's nothing serious, I'm here with you."
Seeing Xue, who was elegant and self-assured beside her, Zhao Yaqian's heart gradually calmed down.
