Lu Fengxuan quietly stared at him, not knowing how long she had been looking at him without blinking, her gaze calm yet tender.
Yu Chiyin's fingers tightened around the pen, his lips pressed together as he casually lowered his head again to review the documents.
"Vice President Yu seems to be quite familiar with my secretary. Just now, it felt like you were calling your own secretary," she said offhandedly.
Yu Chiyin didn't respond. The information about the president's office secretary was public, and his earlier slip of the tongue wasn't a major flaw.
If she intended to pursue it further, she wouldn't get far before dropping the matter herself.
Sure enough, Lu Fengxuan didn't cling to the issue.
"It looks like Secretary Li delivered the wrong one. This one's yours; let's switch."
This time, her tone was gentle, as she proactively exchanged their coffee cups, appearing considerate and understanding.
The petty hints of anger from earlier had vanished without a trace.
