Wei Anning held the design draft she had worked on last night, dawdling outside the chief designer's office. She reached out and knocked on the door, inside came Leng Youchen's indifferent voice.
"Come in!"
She pushed the door open and entered, seeing the man sitting behind the desk, wearing a black shirt with a silver-gray diagonal tie, his sleeves half-rolled, revealing his strong forearms and a valuable watch.
The whole person exuded a forbidden sensuality.
Her gaze lingered on him for too long, the man looked up, his sharp eyes fixed on her. Wei Anning awkwardly looked away and said, "President Leng, I drew the draft of the business center last night, do you want to have a look first?"
Leng Youchen leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms, leisurely looking at her, "When did I say this project was for you?"
