Song Yinyin stared intently at Lu Jihan's every move, listening to his fluent German; it was truly a pleasure.
Sometimes he would stand up and engage in intense discussions with the senior management partners in Germany.
Perhaps he got excited, for he even took off his coat, revealing a white shirt and black trousers underneath, his posture tall and upright.
The way he's so fully immersed in work, it's so damn noble, so damn handsome, so damn ascetic!
Song Yinyin just kept staring at him like this, and she didn't know how much time had passed before he finally raised his hand to turn off the computer screen and got up to walk towards her.
Only then did Song Yinyin come back to her senses, realizing that he had finished the video conference.
"Did you wait long?" he asked with a smile as he sat down next to her.
"Not really."
Lu Jihan nodded, reached out, and hooked her fingers, seemingly inadvertently intertwining their fingers, while his fingertips playfully tickled her palm.
