Create a bit of tension with a seemingly distant yet close atmosphere.
Like the aroma rising from the edge of a warm porcelain cup, intoxicating before the actual sip.
Time quietly slipped by during the quiet report.
Not sure how much time had passed.
"Knock, knock, knock—"
The office door was gently knocked.
Shen Yuyan instinctively straightened slightly, a tiny movement, subtly pulling away from Tang Song.
Immediately after, the door was pushed open.
Lin Muxue stepped in with a steaming cup of coffee.
She was dressed in a well-tailored beige suit dress, walking gracefully, pausing slightly as her eyes met Shen Yuyan's.
"President Tang, your coffee."
"Thank you."
Lin Muxue placed the coffee on the desk with utmost elegance.
Then she looked at Shen Yuyan, speaking gently: "Shirley, would you like me to bring you a chair? You've been standing in high heels for quite a while; it must be tiring, right?"
