Yan Province Financial Center A.
The gloomy sky shrouded Yan City, with heavy clouds pressing low.
Lin Muxue sat anxiously in her office, her eyes occasionally glancing at her watch.
On the desk was a cup of cold Americano, next to an open document densely marked with her English notes.
Time was approaching two in the afternoon.
"Ring ring—" The phone rang.
[Liu Jiayi]
Immediately answering the call, Lin Muxue's voice was steady and clear, "Hello? Jiayi."
"Okay, I'll come down right now, bye."
After hanging up, Lin Muxue twisted her body in excitement, closed the document, and stood up.
She tidied up her outfit and hairstyle in front of the dressing mirror, picked up the Hermes Birkin bag by the table, grabbed the exquisite pick-up sign, and walked out of the office with light steps.
"Tap tap tap—" High heels beat a crisp rhythm on the floor.
Smiling, she bid farewell to her colleagues along the way.
Took the elevator straight to the underground garage.
