——That's exactly what he came for.
As expected.
Taking a sip of tea, Ya Tianxing set down his teacup, then collapsed onto the sofa, crossing his legs. Following Ruan Yan's lead, he asked, "From what you're saying, do you have an idea?"
Ruan Yan said, "I want your desk."
"..."
As anticipated.
Ruan Yan had been eyeing that desk for more than just a day or two.
Because Ruan Yan came just after making a bet with Mo Shangjun, time was tight. They only had a chance to complete the paperwork, and it wasn't until the day before Ruan Yan's transfer that they realized they needed to free up an office for him—others didn't get this treatment, but Ruan Yan's profession was different, and there were many things he had to handle in the office.
So, they hurried to clear an office for him, but there wasn't a good desk available, so Yan Hanyu found him a shabby desk from the logistics department.
