Nan Sichen squatted there, reached out to touch his own face, then curled his lips slightly, eyes lightly lowered, long eyelashes covering his eyelids, the whole person like a piece of art meticulously crafted by the world's most skillful artisan.
His smile could make the whole world pale in comparison.
Parents dropping off their children all glanced over at him.
He stood up, quickly got into the car, and then drove away.
Back at the hotel he had booked, Secretary Jin quickly sent over all the electronic files for today. After reviewing them and confirming everything was correct, he signed and faxed them back.
After lunch, Nan Sichen continued to work; there was always endless work to do.
But halfway through his work, he suddenly wanted to know what Qin Yin was doing.
So he turned on the computer, logged into the website, and saw Qin Yin was indeed online.
As if driven by an unseen force, he sent her a message.
Nianzhi: [What are you doing?]
