张妙言 smiled a bit reluctantly at Yang Chenmin's invitation, "Sure, I have time. About my friend, I'll leave that to you, Manager Yang. You can just call me Miao Yan."
"Then you shouldn't call me Manager Yang either, it sounds too formal," Yang Chenmin smoothly responded, looking like a master flirt.
Reluctantly, Zhang Miaoyan said, "Chenmin, thank you."
Yang Chenmin's spirits soared. He was about to conquer the ice queen of the office, how could he not be excited?
"I'll wait for you at the company entrance tonight."
"Alright."
Zhang Miaoyan left the fifth floor, feeling restless, as if she was doing something wrong.
She wondered if Yang Chenmin was just toying with her, casting a wide net. She knew she had no feelings for him, and using him made her feel uneasy.
She returned to her office, her phone buzzed with a message notification. Seeing it was from Xie Yuchen, she quickly opened it. There were only a few words: "Cook dinner tonight."
