Lil Fei knew that when she came in just now, Wuhui was sitting in her spot.
And just now, she also called out the name Ah Xi, so... the name on this magazine was written by her.
A girl sitting here idly writing another man's name, what could that prove?
It proves that the man is in the girl's heart.
Thinking of this, Lil Fei's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, her chest felt stifled as if it were clogged with a stone.
She didn't want to think too much, tossing the magazine aside and seriously looking at the files.
But no matter what, she couldn't focus on them.
Every now and then, she turned her head to look at the man at the office table, who was entirely unaffected and seriously working.
In the morning, sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, casting dappled light on him. From her perspective, he seemed to be glowing, radiating an extreme allure.
