Chapter 40
The silver-haired girl had already walked lightly to the entryway, a standard smile hanging on her face.
The door opened.
Those long, straight legs, wrapped in a dark gray uniform skirt, once again caught his eye!
An Lian's tall, aloof figure stood outside the door. Her dark hair was meticulously tied back, revealing her gracefully contoured neck and that exquisite, expressionless face.
Her light gray eyes were calm and unrippled, and she carried that familiar silver suitcase in her hand.
"Good evening, Mr. Fang." She nodded slightly, her voice as calm as ever.
"Good evening, Specialist An, please come in!" Fang Qi hastily stepped aside to let her in.
An Lian stepped into the room, her gray eyes sweeping over the briefcase and coat in his hands. Her brow twitched slightly. "Mr. Fang, are you... going out?"
Fang Qi immediately sighed, showing the helpless expression unique to corporate slaves: