At dawn the next day, as the morning light just pierced through the clouds, Gao Jun had already driven to the company building.
With steady steps, he walked straight towards Li Ziyan's office.
The moment he pushed open the fire escape door on the floor, the unique morning tranquility still filled the corridor, with only a few cleaning staff busy in the distance.
The door to Li Ziyan's office was ajar, and through the gap, he saw her working at her desk.
The white shirt hugged her graceful figure, with a few strands of hair falling on her delicate profile, and the way she focused on her documents had a distinctive charm.
Gao Jun raised his hand and knocked lightly three times. Without waiting for a response, he pushed the door open and stepped in, closing the heavy wooden door behind him. With a "click," the lock engaged, isolating the office from the outside world.
This crisp and decisive action made Li Ziyan's breath hitch, and her fingers tightened slightly around the pen.
