Lin Baiyun picked up the things on the desk. "All right, I'll make a trip downstairs and put in a good word for you."
Song Shi'an chuckled. "Then thank you."
"No need. Ever since President Lu got together with you, he's been in a much better mood. The documents I bring up are basically approved instantly. Even if there's a problem, he doesn't scold me—he just tells me to go back and revise them." As Lin Baiyun spoke, he looked at Song Shi'an solemnly.
"So you and President Lu have to stay together. Don't let anything go wrong."
Song Shi'an did not know whether to laugh or cry, but he agreed.
Lin Baiyun returned all the items and explained everything clearly.
Now, the entire company knew that their boss liked a man—and that man was Song Shi'an from the Executive Office.
But because of Lu Mingyu's status, no one dared spread the news around for fear of being fired.
The way they looked at Song Shi'an was filled with awe and respect.
This was Lu Mingyu! The mighty president of the Lu Group, the cold-faced King of Hell!
Song Shi'an had not expected things to develop this way. Now, wherever he went in the company, he could feel countless gazes falling on him.
Being watched like this felt awful.
But he could hardly tell people not to look at him.
Luckily, they had business to discuss outside that afternoon, so Song Shi'an happily followed Lu Mingyu out of the company.
In the car, Song Shi'an wore a deeply troubled expression.
Seeing his miserable look, Lu Mingyu found it somewhat amusing. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Song Shi'an responded sullenly.
Lu Mingyu raised an eyebrow. "Did I bite too hard this morning? Are you still uncomfortable?"
With a whoosh—
Song Shi'an's face instantly