Liu Zhizhong nodded, silently and mysteriously watching Zhang Yuxing.
A gentle glow filled his eyes, the kind that was difficult for Zhang Yuxing to resist.
Zhang Yuxing couldn't help but feign anger, coldly saying, "If you have something to say, spit it out. What's so hard to say?"
"Come over here, you've reviewed so many reports, you should take a break and relax. Special times call for extra rest! Let's sit down, relax, and talk."
Liu Zhizhong was very gentle, gesturing toward the rest area as he spoke.
Zhang Yuxing, with a look as if she had been defeated by him, still got up from behind her desk and gracefully walked over to the sofa area intended for guests.
Meanwhile, Liu Zhizhong added some hot water to her donkey-hide gelatin blood-tonifying tea and placed it in front of her. Of course, he had sourced the tea, which she really liked to drink.
Being served by this man admittedly felt too good to be true.