Low air pressure

He drove the car back to the underground parking lot of the Lei Corporation.

Lin Hanxing looked helplessly at the crystal clear glutinous rice bun that was still steaming on the front passenger seat.

He didn't expect to spend so much time on this.

He swiped his access card and took the elevator to the top floor.

As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, Lin Hanxing felt a low air pressure on his face.

Anthony had just walked out of the president's office with a bitter face. When he saw Lin Hanxing, his eyes immediately lit up!

"Miss Lin, you're back?"

He walked over in a low voice. As soon as he got close, he smelled a familiar fragrance.

"It's the glutinous rice bun from the food stall!"

It was one of Mr. Lei's rare favorites.

"I was delayed by the queue. Take this back."

Lin Hanxing did not forget to give Anthony a portion when he packed the food, and he was so touched that he burst into tears.

"There's someone inside?"