Song Chenxi walked slowly to Gong Chen’s desk, and gently swept his fingers across the cold tabletop.
The table top on the heavy wood floor exudes cold sandalwood incense.
The suit that Gong Chen casually changed before was placed on the president’s chair.
All of this is unfamiliar to Song Chenxi.
Suddenly, her gaze stopped somewhere.
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