Work Takes Priority

Bai Pu's room was the innermost one.

As she stepped out of the elevator, Lu Zhaohe was already waiting at the door, while the rooms of other colleagues stood silently on both sides.

Bai Pu deliberately lightened her steps, treading softly on the plush carpet, creating only faint rustling sounds.

When she reached Lu Zhaohe's side, she took out her room key.

A disdainful chuckle came from above, as if mocking her cautiousness. Bai Pu resisted the urge to look up.

With a soft beep, the door opened. She stepped aside, allowing him to enter, and then glanced around on both sides.

Good, no one came out.

She closed the door.

Turning around, she retrieved her phone, intending to see what Mu Qingyun had sent. But as she took a couple of steps, she only saw Lu Zhaohe already shirtless.

"What… What are you doing?" Bai Pu's eyes widened, unable to believe that he would have such a playful mood at this moment, momentarily forgetting to reply to the message.