Leng Yichen was naturally about a head and a half taller than Bai Yiran, and from his angle, he could clearly see beads of sweat trickling down from Bai Yiran's forehead, dripping onto the ground.
The man's brow furrowed slightly; he hadn't expected it to be so stuffy here.
In such an environment, even staying for two seconds made him feel uncomfortable, let alone Bai Yiran, who had to move things up and down for organizing.
"You still haven't answered me. Why are you here? Didn't you say that at work, we should keep things professional?" Bai Yiran was not pleased with Leng Yichen's sudden appearance, which had startled her.
Leng Yichen didn't reply, his eyes continuously fixed on Bai Yiran's small face as he slowly approached her.
"What are you doing! This is the company!" Bai Yiran's eyes were wide open, thinking that Leng Yichen wouldn't do anything excessive here, right?
Leng Yichen stopped in his tracks, smiling wickedly, "Whose company is this?"
