"Ah, Yanran. Have a seat. There are a few things I'd like to discuss with you."
Lin Ao smiled and courteously invited her to sit. Luo Yanran found his attitude strange. Before this, he'd always worn a sour expression, cold and uncommunicative.
He was the sort of person who opened his mouth just to stab you. Why was he smiling at her today?
Once Luo Yanran was seated, Lin Ao picked up a file from the desk.
"Yanran, you've been my secretary for three years now, right?"
Lin Ao flipped through the documents one page at a time.
"Yes, Mr. Lin."
Luo Yanran wondered why Lin Ao had suddenly asked.
"Luo Yanran. Born in Jianghai City in 1998, 173 centimeters tall, 54 kilograms, measurements 86-60-89, F-cup."
"Ahem. Sorry, I read that too quickly."
Lin Ao was speechless. He'd only asked for her background. There was no need to include her measurements!
Luo Yanran's heart jolted. What did Lin Ao mean by that? A faint unease crept over her.
"You came from a single-parent family. When you were sixteen, your father, a gambling addict, racked up a huge debt. Your mother was heartbroken and divorced him, then took you away and raised you on her own. When you were twenty, the strain of making ends meet drove your mother into severe depression. She jumped from a building, and now lies unconscious with serious injuries. Keeping her alive requires enormous medical expenses every day."
"You secretly worked as a private tutor, helping people with their studies to earn money for tuition and your mother's medical bills. Even under such difficult circumstances, you still managed to get into the country's top university, Huaqing University. I have to say, I'm impressed."
Lin Ao looked at the woman before him with genuine admiration. It was