"Hmm, understood." Although Ouyang Xianyue was puzzled, she didn't refute his wishes.
After finishing the work communication.
Tang Song paused, his voice softened: "How is your cursive practice going?"
Ouyang Xianyue smiled lightly and said in a voice almost like a whisper: "Then I will be in Shen City, eagerly awaiting your personal inspection."
"Okay."
Hanging up the phone.
Ouyang Xianyue closed her eyes and pondered for a long time, seemingly savoring something.
Only after a while did she press the intercom button on her desk phone.
"Chen Jing, please come to my office."
In less than half a minute, the door was softly pushed open, and Secretary Chen walked in with steady steps.
"Miss Ouyang."
