"President Lu." Yue Shanshan brought in the documents.
When she looked up at Lu Chenyuan, her expression slightly changed.
There was a noticeable lipstick mark on the collar of his blue shirt, and faint scratch marks on his neck, barely visible.
Lu Chenyuan noticed Yue Shanshan staring at him, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, seemingly displeased. He said in a low voice, "What are you looking at?"
Yue Shanshan realized her gaze was inappropriate and hurriedly withdrew her sight, "Nothing, President Lu, this document needs your signature. Once you've signed, they'll come to collect it right away."
Lu Chenyuan subconsciously raised his hand to touch his neck, looking somewhat tired.
Yue Shanshan grew suspicious, feeling an indescribable sensation upon entering the office. The air was filled with the scent of emotional undercurrents.
Seeing a pair of women's high heels next to the sofa, Lu Chenyuan's shirt had one less button fastened than it did in the morning.
