A moment later, Shangguan Qiuya slowly raised her head.
What came into view was Tang Song holding that pair of stockings, his gaze soft and calm.
He seemed not at all angry, and there was even a faint hint of pleasure in his eyes, as if he was quite satisfied with this "gift."
Shangguan Qiuya felt a bit dazed for a moment.
This always aloof and rational President Tang had always seemed harder to approach than even Chairman Jin in her mind.
This deeply rooted reverence had led her to anticipate the worst possible outcomes countless times before tasks.
But unexpectedly, reality turned out to be so... dramatic.
The atmosphere eased a bit.
Shangguan Qiuya bent slightly, her tone respectful: "President Tang, I'll leave you to rest then."
Tang Song put down the stockings in his hand, looked at her with gentle eyes: "You've worked hard, Shangguan. It's already quite late, do you want to stay over at my place tonight? There are plenty of empty rooms."
