"Brother, Miss Lin is almost here."
On the following morning, Ma Beimu respectfully knocked on Ma Ningyuan's office door. "Should we go downstairs to meet her?"
"That will be fine."
"Qingyue, it's been such a long time!"
Watching Lin Qingyue approach, dressed in a professional skirt suit with a slim belt accentuating her slender waist and her straight, slender legs clad in black stockings, Ma Ningyuan immediately put on a smile and extended his hand.
"Long time no see."
Lin Qingyue politely shook Ma Ningyuan's hand.
"Qingyue, regarding this project, let's go upstairs and talk it over."
Ma Ningyuan smiled and gestured for Lin Qingyue to proceed, then naturally tried to wrap an arm around her slim waist to take the elevator up together.
"Sure."
However, Lin Qingyue deftly sidestepped his outstretched hand, switching places with her secretary, Su Qian, to avoid him.
"Ahem."
