In the side hall, Tang Ji 'an was reading documents and dealing with official business. At the end of the year, he was indeed busy with endless things.
And because he suddenly found out that the person he liked was his own sister, he still hadn't recovered from the shock. He wanted to numb himself with heavy work and let himself forget that pain.
Mu Mian slowly walked through the long corridor. After making a small turn, she saw the man sitting on the sofa and working seriously.
From an outsider's point of view, mu Mian thought that Tang Ji 'an was a rare, handsome, rich, and powerful young master. Unfortunately, he was just a hypocrite.
She stood at the entrance of the side hall. Secretary Feng approached her and whispered something into Tang Ji 'an's ear. Tang Ji' an looked up.
He always wore gold-rimmed glasses when he handled his work. When she looked at him like this, his eyes had a professional sharpness to them, which made mu Mian feel a little scared.