In the afternoon, Tang Ninger finally came to work.
Tang Ninger, dressed in professional attire, looked especially youthful and attractive.
Tang Ninger's beauty wasn't just in her looks; her temperament was also quite unique. It was a feeling Wang Dadong couldn't quite describe, but it definitely gave off a cultured vibe.
Appearance is one's external feature, while culture is one's internal cultivation.
Undoubtedly, Tang Ninger possessed both attributes.
However, Tang Ninger was still very young and lacked the aura of a true powerhouse.
"Feeling better?" Wang Dadong asked with a smile, looking at Tang Ninger standing before him.
"Manager, I..." Tang Ninger hesitated to speak, feeling a little embarrassed. She wasn't actually feeling unwell; she was just afraid of being gossiped about, after all, she was the woman in the HR department who had the most contact with Wang Dadong.
"What's wrong?"
