She could also faintly smell the light scent of sweet pear perfume.
Secretary Song squatted down. Out of professional habit, she had originally intended to pick up the president's expensive black suit; it couldn't just be left on the carpet to be trampled. As her hand touched the suit, her gaze fell directly upon a lace item. ...Was it Shen Jing's?
Secretary Song put down the expensive garment and calmly walked around it, trying her best not to step on the president's clothes.
Zhou Luchen, wearing a bathrobe, sat impeccably at his desk. His slightly damp, tousled hair was casually draped over his forehead. Perhaps he had just woken up, or maybe he had just finished exercising; even the motion of raising his hand seemed languid and nonchalant.
Secretary Song flipped open the document and handed it over. "You need to personally review this and decide whether to stamp it. Only then can the headquarters launch the project on time tomorrow."
