As it approached six o'clock, the office door was knocked, and Vivian responded and entered.
Seeing Wen Nuan inside, Vivian greeted with a smile, "Hello, Young Lady."
Wen Nuan: ...
She should respond, but the title "Young Lady" made her feel a bit embarrassed.
Yet if she didn't respond, Vivian was greeting her, and it would seem quite rude if she didn't acknowledge it.
Turning around to look, Fu Mingyu's eyes were filled with laughter, as if Vivian's term of address was perfectly fine. Wen Nuan, feeling a bit self-conscious, looked at Vivian and said, "Hello."
Vivian smiled and then turned around, restraining her smile when facing Fu Mingyu, and began discussing his schedule for tomorrow.
Listening to his itinerary — which meetings he had at what time and whom he needed to see — even his lunch was reduced to less than an hour, discussing matters while eating with several executives. Wen Nuan's heart felt a dull ache.
