Seeing Sun Yufei's reserved expression, Xue Yang said with a smile, "Classmate Sun, take a seat. There's no need to be nervous; I'm not going to do anything to you."
"Okay."
Sun Yufei sat down properly on a stool.
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you would never imagine that such a refined and beautiful woman had, not long ago, brutally beaten up a boy taller than her in a hotel.
"Classmate Sun, you're from the Publicity Department, so I'll get straight to the point. For the promotional materials this time, I think we can do it like this…"
Xue Yang took out a notebook and wrote in it carefully as he spoke.
He spoke with great earnestness, and Sun Yufei listened while watching him.
Leaning a little closer, she could smell a unique fragrance from him—not too strong, not too faint, just a comforting scent.
His girlfriend must be a meticulous and gentle girl, right?
