In the past few days, Tian Xiang was busy with work and hadn't seen Meng Cheng'an.
Today, the two of them were managing reception duties, and she headed over to the Propaganda Department. She saw him as soon as she reached the corner.
It seemed like he was looking for her too, his steps were somewhat hurried.
They stood apart, one at the corner and the other in the corridor, both smiling at each other.
Meng Cheng'an walked over.
Tian Xiang scrutinized his face carefully.
Great, the dark circles under his eyes had mostly faded, his face looked a bit rounder, reverting to his usual elegant and handsome self.
Tian Xiang: "How have you been resting these past few days?"
Meng Cheng'an: "Not very well."
"Hmm?"
Meng Cheng'an whispered, "I can't help but think of you, making it hard to sleep at night."
Tian Xiang: "…"
She couldn't help but roll her eyes.
Well, he was starting to speak sweet nothings too.
