I Hate Myself

After dining with Qiao Yu Shan, Su Han sat on the sofa playing with his phone, while Qiao Yu Shan returned to her desk to continue her work.

Her shoulders didn't hurt as much anymore.

Su Han's massage technique was so effective. Every time after being massaged by him, she felt incredibly relaxed.

She concentrated on her work, and Su Han decided to stay by her side today.

The office area was buzzing with chatter.

"It's been three hours!"

"My God, that driver has been in President Qiao's office for three hours!"

"What do you think they're doing in the office?"

The employees were filled with curiosity, their imaginations running wild, picturing various scenarios like scenes from movies.

"Stop daydreaming, no more gossip!"

Although they were working, they frequently glanced over, noting that no man had ever stayed in Qiao Yu Shan's office for such a long time.

Few even had the privilege to enter her office.