Gu Wenjuan left the Secretary-General's office feeling uneasy.
The colleagues around her also sensed that something was amiss.
Ding Liu, seated in the front row, paid the most attention to Gu Wenjuan. As soon as she came out, he noticed the change in her expression.
He walked over with concern and said, "The Secretary-General can be quite fierce. What did he want with you?"
Gu Wenjuan felt her heart pounding as she looked at Ding Liu's sympathetic face, "It's nothing, just trivial matters."
"It doesn't seem trivial if you've been crying," Ding Liu handed her a tissue, "Your eyes are red."
Li Qian glanced over and said, "Lucky your makeup is of good quality, only red eyes, it'd be embarrassing if they were black."
Li Qian was joking, which Ding Liu picked up on, chuckling without taking it seriously.
Hearing this, Gu Wenjuan, dabbing her eyes, said, "You're talking about the stuff you use, right?"
