Bei Yiyi was in the office, waiting out of boredom.
Her gaze unconsciously swept across Wu Yao's workspace. The decor style was almost the same as his home - a postmodern black-and-white scheme: simple, stylish, and exuding an air of elite professionalism.
It was indeed very tasteful, but it was totally incompatible with that jerk's character!
Suddenly, the door opened.
Bei Yiyi's eyes happened to be fixed on the doorway, and just her luck, she made direct eye contact with Wu Yao.
She quickly averted her eyes and lowered her head to organize the interview draft in her hands.
"Yiyi, you're here!" Wu Yao's voice rose as he strode towards her.
These past few days, he hadn't been able to reach Bei Yiyi, and she hadn't called him either. He was somewhat angry with her, but the moment he saw this woman sitting in his office, his anger instantly dissipated.
Looking at Bei Yiyi, even the corners of his eyes and mouth softened with a tender light.
