When Huang Yunshan returned to the company, her mind was still a mess.
Zhang Tian got married, but the bride wasn't her. The man who once said, "I'll come back and marry you," had already climbed the social ladder.
She sat at her workstation, staring blankly at the computer screen, until Li Xiao patted her on the shoulder.
"What are you daydreaming about? I heard a new design assistant joined today, and he's really handsome. Shall we go check him out?"
She wasn't interested, but she was still dragged to the meeting room.
When the door opened, she froze.
It was him—the man in the luxury car.
He stood in front of the projector, dressed in a simple white shirt, his posture upright and his eyes indifferent, like an out-of-place painting.
"Hello everyone, my name is Xie Mochen."
His gaze swept over the crowd, and when it landed on her face, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.
Please guide me in the future.
Huang Yunshan's heart tightened, as if she had been gently touched by something.