Shen Fanxing didn't return to the office. Instead, she went to an office that was designated for Lan Xianxian.
Just as she stepped in, the room was in a mess. In the middle of the room was a flat table the size of a ping-pong table. In the corner was a sewing machine. All kinds of cloth were placed on the fabric rack. Many of them had been torn open. There were also all kinds of small storage boxes. As for what was inside, she had no idea.
Lan Xianxian was wearing a blue knitted sweater and a pair of gray jeans. She looked simple and beautiful.
Her hair was tied up loosely with two pencils stuck in it.
At this moment, she was bending over the table and sewing something carefully.
Ou Ximing tried his best to help.
"CEO Shen." Ou Ximing was the first to see her and greeted her softly.
Lan Xianxian looked up and saw Shen Fanxing. She had yet to retract her focus and seriousness.
"Fanxing… you're here."