Song Song pulled her luggage and walked in. Luckily, the office was carpeted; otherwise, he would have noticed her long ago—
In the dim light, he was sitting on a large office chair, with his iron-gray suit hanging behind him. The sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up, and his tie was slightly loosened. His clothes looked a bit disheveled, yet inexplicably exuded a certain irresistible charm.
Song Song just stood there, seemingly mesmerized. It's often said that a man is most handsome when focused on work, and indeed, he was very, very handsome!
So handsome it almost made people drool—
Actually, although Xiao Jinghuai was seriously working, he was aware that someone had entered the office. He just assumed it was Xing Quan returning with takeout, so he didn't look up and said, "You eat first. I'll join you in a bit."
Song Song glanced around. Indeed, there was no one else but her. Who was he talking to?
"..."
