088, if you are willing

The elevator doors opened.

Gu Xinzhou didn't struggle.

Because her mind was a complete blank.

As she was carried back to his office by Song Zhen, amidst a chorus of gasps and speculative whispers, she couldn't remember at all how they had traversed this path.

She only remembered that scene reflected on the elevator's inner wall.

Song Zhen entered his office and locked the door.

Releasing her, he said gently, "Have a seat first, I've got some milk here, I'll warm it up for you."

Gu Xinzhou came back to her senses and took a moment to seriously look around Song Zhen's office.

Everything here gave off a multidimensional vibe, bright and gleaming, with all items either metallic in texture or in shades of white and silver.

It resembled a brand-new concept car.

And also like the interior of an alien spacecraft.