He held her hand all the way inside, noticing her small hand was cold and tense in his palm. He gave it a squeeze and said, "This is my office. It's a place you'll often come to for work, so let me show you around."
Yun Qiqi tried to pull her hand away but failed.
She looked up at his back, recalling how he stood up for her earlier, she pursed her lips but didn't continue to struggle.
She just kept her face tense, not letting down her guard. Who knows what this mentally unpredictable person might do next.
Yan Yan's office was large, much larger than she had imagined.
The decor had a cold and hard style, with exceptionally good lighting. A floor-to-ceiling window occupied almost the entire wall, offering a view of much of the city.
At this time, it was dusk, and the light wasn't glaring. From here, she could see a fiery red sunset hanging on the horizon.
So, is this where he worked every day?
