Zhiyun was the only exception to him

Song Chenxi slowly walked to Gong Chen's desk and her fingers gently slid across the cold table.

The heavy wood table exuded the fragrance of cold sandalwood.

The suit that Gong Chen had casually changed out of earlier was placed on the president's chair.

All of this was unfamiliar to song Chenxi.

Suddenly, her gaze stopped on a certain spot.

Gong Chen and song Zhiyun's group photo was placed in the most eye-catching position on the table, reflecting a warm Halo under the sunlight.

Song Chenxi reached out and took the photo frame in her hand.

She didn't say anything and just looked at the two people in the photo.

This man hated taking photos.

It wasn't hard to tell from the photos.

But even so, he had given Zhiyun the exception.

She quietly put the photo frame back in its original place and suppressed the bitterness in her heart.

Leaning against the edge of the table, he turned to face the floor-to-ceiling window and looked into the distance.