Just as she was holding the drawing, laughing riotously and entertaining herself, the frosted glass door of the inner office was suddenly pushed open.
Mo Nanjue, with his cufflinks fastened, walked out from inside.
He stopped by her desk, tugged at his suit tie, and looked at her with a cool brow.
"Uh..." Tong Ran's laughter came to an abrupt halt, still holding that A4 paper that had been corrected countless times in her hand.
It wasn't right to just throw it away, but neither was it to just leave it there.
After a long silence, Tong Ran bravely broke the silence. She stood up, pretending nothing had happened, and tossed the A4 paper into the drawer, "Let's go then."
Unexpectedly, the man stretched out his hand in front of her, "Hand it over."
"What thing?"
"The paper just now."
"... It's just an ordinary piece of paper." Did he really need to see it that badly?
"I won't just tell you with my mouth the second time."
"..." Was he going to speak with his nose?