Leng Yaozhu secretly rejoiced: "A secretary is good! When there's work, the secretary does it; when there's no work, the secretary is there."

"Pagoda Master Leng, could you let go of me?"

Lin An looked at her expressionlessly and pulled his hand from her palm.

Then he pushed his résumé forward again.

"I'm here for an interview, not to propose marriage."

Leng Yaozhu froze.

Then, belated shame finally surged over her.

What on earth had she just been doing?

She had said, "Would you marry me?" right in front of him.

She was nearly forty years old.

She turned her face away, the tips of her ears burning hot enough to steam.

"Ahem."

She cleared her throat, trying hard to restore authority to her voice.

But she failed.

She could only pick up the résumé absentmindedly and pretend to review it seriously, though her gaze kept drifting toward Lin An.

To be honest, she felt she was still young and capable and had no need for an assistant or secretary at all.

But—

She looked at Lin An's face.

His delicately contoured jaw, skin so pale it was nearly translucent, and lashes casting fine shadows beneath the lights.

The young man's gaze rested on the résumé, his head slightly tilted to reveal a slender stretch of neck.

A secretary was nice.

When there was work, the secretary did it. When there wasn't, she did the secretary.

Which genius had designed such a perfect position?

"Ah... this... this wouldn't be appropriate, would it?"

She put on a troubled expression, lightly furrowing her brows as her fingers tapped gently against the edge of the résumé.

"What if people start talking..."

Lin An thought about it and felt she had a point.

After all, Leng Yaozhu was the vice pagoda master of the Spirit Pagoda. Suddenly hiring a young male secretary would indeed invite gossip.

"That's true. Then I should start as an ordinary Spirit Master