Daphne was wearing a light blue dress, resembling a tulip exuding elegance all over.
She watched Yang Ming, who was wobbling over, with a cold expression.
The air pressure here was so low that the maids didn't dare to take a deep breath.
By the time Yang Ming was close, Daphne crossed her arms, leaned against the door frame, and looked up at his face.
"Does the Deputy Director still remember to come back?"
"Hmm?" Yang Ming chuckled, "Busy with official duties, had some extra work yesterday."
Daphne stared at Yang Ming, while he smiled apologetically.
The earrings of a maid nearby recorded this scene, transforming it into a message sent somewhere unknown.
Daphne didn't lose her temper but said calmly, "It's good that you remember to come back, the Empire's hero doesn't have to care about someone like me, just a songstress."
"Don't say that, you are a national icon, come in, let's have a talk."
