Leng Youchen turned the pages, the turtles drawn by Wei Anning were full of cuteness, each one looked like it was photocopied, neatly arranged, but towards the last few pages, he saw tear stains on them.
He frowned slightly, and the sound of knocking on the office door rang out, "Enter!"
Wei Anning pushed the door open and came in, slowly walking to the desk. Her eyes were swollen, her expression haggard, her eyelids drooping, eyes filled with bloodshed, as if she hadn't slept all night.
Leng Youchen put down the documents, stood up and approached her. Just as he stood by her side, she took a step back, getting out of his overwhelming aura, and said in a detached manner, "President Leng, what's the matter you called me for?"
The man's thin lips slightly pressed, how could he not see her resistance, "Been drawing all night?"
