Inside the office, Lu Jinchen was buried in files, his pen moving steadily across the papers. His brows were furrowed, his expression sharp, all business.
The sudden click of heels echoed across the quiet room. His frown deepened. Whoever dared to enter his office without knocking clearly had a death wish.
He looked up, ready to lash out. His eyes were cold, sharp as knives—until he saw who it was. The frost melted instantly. "Yuqing?" His voice carried surprise and a softness he rarely allowed anyone else to hear. "
What are you doing here?"
Xia Yuqing closed the door behind her. "Why? Am I not allowed to come?"
His lips curved into a smile, all traces of anger gone. "You can come whenever you want."
She glanced at the piles of files on his desk. "Busy?"
"I was…" He chuckled, pushing the files aside with one hand. "Not anymore."
