"Knock, knock."
"Come in."
Song Guanchao pushed the door open, and the small office caught his eye.
There were two pots of green plants by the window, and a photo frame on the desk, showing a picture of Jiang Yiren taken during her travels.
A whole row of anime figurines was placed next to the computer, alongside a pair of headphones from a brand Song Guanchao didn't recognize.
The calligraphy originally hanging on the wall had been replaced with an oil painting of a European nude.
In the corner, a revolving clothes rack held a beige light trench coat, a women's blazer, a baseball cap, and a sun hat.
The previously old-fashioned office now exuded a young girl's unique freshness, almost hitting you right in the face.
This vibrant woman really seemed out of place in the lifeless, old work environment of the City Committee.
Song Guanchao's sudden visit pleasantly surprised Jiang Yiren.
"Secretary Song, have a seat." She got up to make tea.
"No need, I'll be leaving shortly."
