"Alright, young master will set one up for you!"
Tang Yan said, and took out his phone to create a Weibo account for him.
After a while, he handed the phone to Shi Yu, "Enter a username."
Shi Yu took the phone, inputted the username he had thought of beforehand, and handed it back to him.
Seeing his username, Tang Yan was speechless. How did he come up with such a profound name?
Shi Yu leaned back on the sofa, his eyes half-closed, gently tapping on his wine glass with his slender fingers, rhythmically, tap after tap.
*
Before long, it was afternoon. Shen Cheng tidied up her desk, ready to leave work.
As she passed by the manager's office, Manager Zhao called out to her, "Shen Cheng, come in for a moment."
This time, her tone and voice seemed a bit softer, a world away from her scolding in the morning.
Seeing Shen Cheng enter, she deliberately pulled out a chair, gesturing for Shen Cheng to sit.
Shen Cheng didn't stand on ceremony and just sat down.
