Office Dynamics: A Tale of Humor and Tension

Shallow and serene seemed serious as she suggested, "You had better stay at home for a few months and not show your face, so you can turn into a young, handsome man. By then, I think the wealthy woman pursuing you will definitely take a few spins around the Pei's building, and then you can be throwing money around again." The thought of a group of middle-aged women in fur coats chasing after him sent a shiver down Si Yan's spine.

 

Shallow finally couldn't help but chuckle. Si Yan looked at Shallow, and it seemed like her smile was infectious, causing him to involuntarily curve his own lips.

 

When Pei Yimo came out of the office, he happened to see Shallow smiling disarmingly at Si Yan. Something seemed to flash by in his deep, dark eyes. He took back his steps and returned to the office.

 

"Ring…"

 

The phone in front of Shallow rang, and she put her index finger to her lips to signal Si Yan not to make a sound before answering the phone.

 

"Hello, President."

 

From the phone came Pei Yimo's deep, magnetic voice, "Secretary Li, bring the AC's data over."

 

"Okay."

 

Shallow hung up the phone, and Si Yan had already returned to his office. She picked up the heavy documents, knocked on Pei Yimo's office door, and entered.

"Come in."

Qian You pushed open the door handcrafted by the master and walked in.

At this moment, Pei Yimo was standing in front of a large floor-to-ceiling window. The sunlight outside poured onto the man through the glass, casting a charming golden glow on his deeply cold and stern edges.

Placing the documents on the table, Qian You said softly, "President, I have brought the documents. Is there anything else?"

Upon hearing this, Pei Yimo slowly turned around, his thoughtful gaze first resting on Qian You before landing on the documents on the table. He approached, opened the files, and his face showed no expression.

The man stood in front of Qian You, and she could see his strong and graceful fingers gently flipping through the papers, moving as smoothly as a dance on piano keys.