Chen Yansen took a deep breath and called softly, "Come over here."
"Uh... what for? I still need to prepare tomorrow's documents," Song Yuncheng replied, turning her head from where she was draped over the front of the sofa.
"Lei Yijun bringing Li Wanqiang here tonight means he's on board with our future collaboration. Just touch up the old marketing presentation, and that'll be enough."
Chen Yansen chuckled, his tone casual.
Song Yuncheng murmured an "oh" and, shuffling over to Chen Yansen in her slippers, asked instinctively, "Boss Chen, what are your instructions?"
"Sit here while we talk."
Chen Yansen patted the armchair he was sitting in, his expression deadpan.
"I... I'm going to go work on the documents." Song Yuncheng's cheeks instantly flushed red, and she shot Chen Yansen a glare.
'Where was there any room on the armchair? His intentions were crystal clear; he was obviously trying to take advantage of me.'
Just as she turned to leave, Chen Yansen grabbed her hand.
