The echo of the shutter still seemed to linger in the office.
She had been caught taking a candid photo on the spot.
For Secretary Jin, who had always pursued a flawless image, it was practically a Waterloo in her professional career.
But she was Ms. Smile, after all.
After a moment of panic, she quickly regained her composure.
She withdrew her phone with perfect naturalness and placed it face-down on the armrest in one smooth motion, as though nothing had happened.
Then, her long fingers lightly tapped the armrest as she raised her chin slightly.
Her tone was steady, even carrying a hint of righteous reproach. "Assistant Shangguan messaged me to ask whether wearing heels this high made my ankles uncomfortable, and whether I needed her to bring medicine in and help massage them. I didn't want to type out a reply, so I took a photo and sent it to her to show that someone was already handling it."
The excuse was flimsy, even somewhat like a cover-up.
Yet her presence was powerful, her gaze resolute, as though that truly were the case.
If he had not noticed her slightly trembling lashes and the faintly wandering look behind her lenses, Tang Song might actually have believed her.
Seeing her adorable effort to maintain her dignity, Tang Song could not help laughing.
He nodded along cooperatively. "So that's what happened? Assistant Shangguan really is thoughtful, even considering details like this."
"Mm." Secretary Jin answered with reserved composure, trying to turn the page as quickly as possible. "Continue."
But the next second, Tang Song suddenly tightened his grip around her black-stockinged foot.
The skill [Imperial Hand Adjustment Yuan] activated silently.
His fingertips pressed precisely against the most sensitive point on the inside of her arch—the "Ran Gu Acupoint." The force