Standing in the middle of the office, Chu Nanxi smiled innocently.
"Sister Nanqi, what do you think of the decoration of my office? It's pretty good, right?!"
Chu Nanqi was at a loss for words for a moment.
Initially, she had come to mock Chu Nanxi after hearing about it from their father.
Who would've thought that Nanxi had transformed a storage room into such a luxuriously modern office?
"Not bad, but..." Chu Nanqi scanned the room, trying hard to find fault. "Why isn't there even a chair? Nanxi, do you plan to work standing up, or sitting on the floor?"
A few snickers of ill-intent came from behind.
Just as Chu Nanxi was about to speak, a young man in a suit approached, holding a clipboard.
"Excuse me, is Miss Chu Nanxi here?!"
Chu Nanxi turned around, looking puzzled at the newcomer.
"That's me."