Lin Yan didn't think Xiang Qingyuan would make an empty promise. Upon arriving at the company, she immediately saw Xiang Qingyuan already sitting on the sofa in the company's lobby with his legs propped up.
Lin Yan glanced at Qingyuan's unkempt appearance, with his stubble and disheveled look, and she found herself doubting.
Could it be that childhood sweethearts come with an ingrained filter? She used to always follow Qingyuan around, loving to trail behind him.
Brother Qingyuan, Brother Qingyuan, she wanted to follow him wherever he went, but look at Qingyuan now.
He wasn't old, but he already resembled a frustrated middle-aged uncle.
"You're here quite early." Dressed in brown linen pants and an ecru linen shirt, her long wavy hair cascading over her brown chestnut shoulders, Lin Yan's outfit had a forest-like vibe.
Her attire was very simple, yet it took on a different charm when worn by Lin Yan.
Xiang Qingyuan's gaze lingered on Lin Yan's face and couldn't be moved away.
