The office was quiet at noon. Ge Qian did not run into anyone along the way and soon arrived outside Li Ye's office.
She took two deep breaths before reaching out to knock on the door.
Two seconds later, Li Ye's voice sounded from inside. "Come in!"
Ge Qian pushed open the door and saw Li Ye sitting behind his desk.
On Li Ye's desk sat a computer worth tens of thousands of yuan, and a pair of black headphones hung around his neck.
Ge Qian had seen that kind of headphones before. They were said to be miniature cassette players that could play music and help people learn English. They were very convenient, but one cost one or two hundred yuan.
Then she noticed a reclining chair in Li Ye's office that had clearly just been folded away. Ge Qian could guess that Li Ye had been lying there, comfortably enjoying his noon nap.
He really was like one of those rich young masters from novels.
Throughout the entire Light Vehicle Company, there were countless rumors about the young Director Li Ye. "Fond of comfort and pleasure" was one of them.
After all, he had spent more than two hundred thousand yuan of his own money on a private car just to avoid wind and rain. There was no denying that.
But Li Ye, who was fond of comfort and pleasure, had one virtue: he never accepted gifts and intensely loathed people who brought them. Otherwise, Ge Qian would certainly have carried something with her before daring to enter.
When Li Ye saw Ge Qian, he thought for a moment and asked, "You're from Workshop Seven?"
Ge Qian hurriedly lowered her head and bowed. "Hello, Director Li. I'm so sorry for disturbing your rest."
"Oh, it's fine. What do