Outside the conference room where Bae Juhyun couldn't see, Ding Yu's legs almost gave out, and she nearly collapsed in the hallway.
The man who was always by her side quickly supported her, and after confirming she could stand steadily, he joked with a hint of amusement, "Is she the culprit who's made you push your social skills to the limit for these past two months?"
Ding Yu pouted, frowning, "What do you mean by culprit."
"Ah, a different term, the driving force, right?"
This time, Ding Yu didn't deny it. Her tightly pressed lips curved slightly upward.
Those were two months of hell for someone with social anxiety.
But...
After seeing her whom she had always admired, those two months, which she didn't want to look back on, suddenly seemed insignificant.
Ding Yu, pulling herself together, tiredly took off her glasses, then gave the man who had just helped her a bright smile, "Xiao Zheng, I'll leave the rest to you."
"Yes, yes, always leaving things to others."
