"Boss!" Yang Qin knocked and entered.
"Hmm!"
Mu Yichen kept his head down, looking at the documents she placed on the desk yesterday. Yang Qin walked over to put down a few more documents, couldn't help but glance at him, and then composed herself to start discussing work.
Mu Yichen's brow remained furrowed, making Yang Qin feel uncertain, so she dared not show any sign of unease.
Mu Yichen signed all the documents he needed to, and handed them to her without looking up.
For some reason, Yang Qin felt uneasy: "Then I'll be leaving first!"
"Hmm!"
"Is it tea again today?"
Confronted with Mu Yichen's coldness, she couldn't help but ask an extra question.
"Coffee!"
Mu Yichen responded indifferently.
"But your arm injury—"
"Has healed—"
Mu Yichen responded coldly, then suddenly paused, lifted his eyes, and shot her a sharp look: "Don't make decisions on your own in the future, and don't contradict me."
Yang Qin's back suddenly stiffened, and then she nodded: "Yes!"
