In the theater, the ending song was still playing.
The credits rolled upward line by line, bright white light spilling from the screen and illuminating everyone's expressions with startling clarity.
Secretary Jin stood there quietly, her long light golden-brown hair falling softly along the sides of her face.
Without those heavy black-rimmed glasses concealing her, that exquisitely beautiful face looked almost unreal beneath the shifting light.
Especially the graceful smile at the corner of her lips.
It left Xu Qing and Jiang You Rong dizzy, unable to look at her directly.
Tang Song glanced at them, then slowly raised his hand and placed the black-rimmed glasses back on Secretary Jin's nose.
"Secretary Jin."
Secretary Jin turned to look at him, her voice soft and gentle. "Yes, Mr. Tang."
"Try not to be so careless when you work from now on." As Tang Song straightened her glasses, he said, "How could you not even hold onto a popcorn bucket? Your glasses even fell off."
Secretary Jin pressed her lips together and lowered her eyes obediently. "Understood, Mr. Tang. I'm sorry. I was too careless."
That gentle, rookie secretary demeanor returned to her once more.
As though that golden smile from earlier—the one that made hearts stop—had merely been a fleeting illusion beneath the end-credit lights.
Tang Song did not continue the subject.
He calmly stepped across the gap between the seats and, with one long stride, reached the front row.
He rubbed Xu Qing's frozen little head. "What's wrong, Lawyer Xu? The movie's over, and you're still too immersed in the plot to come out?"
Xu Qing suddenly shuddered!
It was as if those words had forcibly dragged her back from some bottomless black hole.
She stiffly raised her head, looked at Tang Song like a rusty robot, then instinctively stole