Tao Yuhao awkwardly smiled at Liao Minxin, who looked somewhat stiff over there, and then went in.
"Close the door."
"Oh." Tao Yuhao closed the door.
"Come here."
"Okay." Tao Yuhao walked over with a smile.
"Sit down."
Tao Yuhao obediently sat down opposite the man, whose desk was filled with many files and books.
The files and books were neatly arranged, the kind where you can easily grab whatever you need without having to rummage through everything, meticulous and orderly.
Tao Yuhao looked at the man's dark face, pouted, and couldn't help but show a face full of disdain.
Jing Moyan's face darkened even more, he looked at her coldly, "What kind of expression is that?"
Tao Yuhao glanced back at the door that she had closed, not knowing whether Liao Minxin had left or not.
If she hadn't left, there were some things she couldn't say out loud.
She had to constantly remind herself to play the role of the girlfriend well.
