Zhao Fangyuan treats every client equally.
At this moment, Zhang Yanping has the budget sheet and the blueprints, just as Lun Chuan does. Song Tan leaned over to look at the phone screen, quickly feeling dizzy from the dense numbers on the grid.
Sigh, innate spirit root didn't grow in mathematics anyway, so I might as well not look!
But the renderings on the tablet were truly eye-catching, she really liked them.
The room was quiet, with just the two of them. The room was warm and cozy, and Song Tan could feel the warmth of their arms touching.
"Xiaolun, Xiaolun."
She called out.
"Hmm?" Lun Chuan withdrew his gaze from the phone and looked up at her, "Do you want some water?"
"Nothing much." Song Tan laughed, "I just wanted to ask you, are you really staying here?"
When she smiled, she turned slightly towards him, her long, smooth hair slipping from her shoulders.
