Han Ziqing nodded and strode over to his desk on those long legs.
Ye Ming tactfully turned and left, giving the two of them some time alone.
Chen Jiashu had just arrived, and his desk was spotless, with no work to do.
He felt restless in his seat.
He secretly glanced at Han Ziqing.
Han Ziqing was reading through documents.
In truth, they had only met three times in total. That night, the lighting had been too dim, and Chen Jiashu had been in so much pain that he had not gotten a good look at him at all.
Now, just from his profile, the man's features were sharp and deep-set. If he were in the entertainment industry, he would definitely be promising talent.
The kind with the potential to become wildly popular.
Perhaps Chen Jiashu's gaze was too intense, because it caught Han Ziqing's attention. Han Ziqing turned his head slightly, and their eyes met.
Chen Jiashu jumped, embarrassed at being caught staring.
"Were you looking at me?" Han Ziqing stopped what he was doing. His eyes curved faintly, carrying a trace of amusement.
Chen Jiashu looked away. After considering his words for a moment, he said, "President Han, I don't think it's appropriate for me to sit here. Could you arrange another place for me to work?"
The smile in Han Ziqing's eyes instantly vanished. "What? You don't want to be in the same office as me?"
"No, no, that's not what I meant." Chen Jiashu hurriedly waved his hands in denial.
"It's just... I just think this doesn't follow the rules."
"There's nothing improper about it. Just stay here peacefully," Han Ziqing said.
Chen Jiashu choked up. Didn't Han Ziqing know perfectly well why he did not want to stay here?!
Chen Jiashu held himself back and