Wei Anning furrowed her brows tightly, frequently reaching to press her temples. Leng Youchen, who was hosting the meeting, stopped and looked at her, "What's wrong with Designer Gong, not feeling well?"
Everyone in the conference room turned to look at her, making her the center of attention for a moment. She awkwardly put her hand down, "I'm fine."
"Really okay?" Leng Youchen asked again, looking quite calm.
Wei Anning noticed everyone's gazes were lingering ambiguously on the two of them. She bit the bullet and said, "I'm really fine, thank you for your concern, President Leng."
Leng Youchen then withdrew his gaze, as if he didn't notice the ambiguous stares from the subordinates, "Let's continue the meeting. As everyone knows, our design concept is Home Integration, what is Home Integration..."
Wei Anning's mind wandered off, her eyelid kept twitching, unaware of when the meeting adjourned until Xiao Yu nudged her arm, "Sister Ning, I'm heading out first."
