His pupils seemed to have special effects, flickering between white and gray. Lin Ling stood rigidly, desperately holding back her tears. She no longer dared to think of anything that might make her sad. After an unknown amount of time, Li Tianyao's pupils finally stabilized to a light gray.
BEEP! The door opened, and An Yan swirled in like a gust of wind. Li Tianyao sat on the sofa, holding a document. On the coffee table opposite him, an open laptop displayed several small windows, each with a person in it.
Was he having a video conference? An Yan frowned.
Normally, in such a situation, she would definitely not disturb him; at most, she would find a corner outside the camera's view to sit. This time, however, she walked straight over and looked down at the screen.
The people in the windows showed no surprise at her appearance; those speaking continued to speak, and those listening continued to listen.
It wasn't a video conference, but video playback!
An Yan closed the laptop.
