"Oh... I... Okay..." Qiuqiu nodded blankly, and then looked at the clothes in her hand again.
Yao Lingling's eye twitched slightly, and she laughed, "Oh, I'm a professional fashion designer, I'll sort out President Tang's clothes!"
With Yao Lingling's teasing, Qiuqiu finally began to relax.
However, her face was still red and hot, embarrassed and wanting to find a hole to hide in.
She didn't know why, but seeing this piece of clothing made her feel particularly close.
Also, the faint scent on it gave her a deep sense of affection.
Then, as if driven by some supernatural force, she picked it up.
...
Yan Province Financial Center, Building A, 50th floor, Rongliu Investment.
Sunlight poured into the spacious and bright office through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Lin Muxue sat behind the large walnut desk, her posture upright and elegant, dressed in a well-tailored business suit, exuding an air of competence and confidence.
