Ningwan, full of guilt, entered the company with Chen Tan.
When they arrived outside Zhan Hanjue's office, Chen Tan knocked and went in to report first.
A minute later, Ningwan was allowed to enter.
After Ningwan went in, Chen Tan closed the door for them.
The man's eyes gazed at her deeply, his gaze without the slightest fluctuation. His cold and stern features were both exquisite and severe, with an inherent chill that made one want to back off three feet.
Ningwan's heart trembled slightly under his gaze, her hands and feet a bit chilly.
Still, she took a deep breath, removed her helmet, and quickly walked over to him.
The man was momentarily stunned by her approach.
But the next second, his eyes widened in shock, a hint of panic in his gaze.
Because Ningwan had lowered her head and kissed him.
Her soft lips exuded a familiar cool aroma.
The woman had a faint scent of Chinese herbal medicine, a subtle fragrance, yet intoxicating.
