At noon, the milk tea shop is in the shopping mall next door, and there are several different shops.
Song Xiang bought books one by one, and then carried milk tea back and forth. After a while, she was covered in sweat.
Her vision went dark several times, and she bit her lip to prevent herself from fainting on the spot.
"Mr. Yan, you can rest assured that our mall can fully undertake this joint project."
"Um."
Just a faint response.
Song Xiang's mind was agitated and he thought he had heard wrongly.
She squinted her eyes and looked through the crowd.
On the escalator, a man wearing a well-tailored suit and a stern face was slowly descending, followed by a group of bodyguards and secretaries.
It's a severe cold.
When I'm unlucky, I can't even drink cold water without stuffing it between my teeth.
Song Xiang quickly picked up a dozen cups of milk tea, and without even thinking about it, she ducked into the crowd.
Although she didn't care, she still wanted to save face and didn't want Yan Han and her former colleagues to laugh at the joke.
However, it may be that I have been really unlucky recently, or the house leaked and it rained all night.
As soon as she started to move, she ran into a wall of flesh.
My mind exploded instantly, I lost my footing, and my whole body fell backwards.
In an instant, milk tea was scattered all over the floor, and half of Song Xiang fell into the middle of the milk tea.
There were screams all around, mixed with the curses of the man who was hit, and it was chaos.
"Sister Song Xiang?"
Song Xiang didn't need to look up and immediately recognized the voice of Li Shan from the secretary's office.
In the midst of the noise, the sound of leather shoes hitting the ground seemed to be picked up alone, showing nobility to her alone across many people.
Song Xiang thought of the disdain in Yan Han's eyes and probably called her a waste in her heart.
"Why is Secretary Song here?"
"She is the chief secretary..."
Song Xiang was dizzy and clenched her hands to keep calm. Before her body relaxed, she could only lower her head and let her hair cover her face, hiding her embarrassment.
The man stood still in front of her, and Song Xiang could just see his shiny leather shoes.
She didn't dare to raise her head, but she could clearly feel the thorn-like gaze on her back.
"The cleaning of shopping malls can only be done to this extent. I doubt whether you can undertake Yan's project."
His words were addressed to the manager, but he kept his eyes fixed on the woman in front of him.
The manager turned pale with fright and hurriedly walked up to Song Xiang, "Miss, what's going on with you?"
Song Xiang felt that her body was about to explode, but at this moment she gritted her teeth and felt stubborn, and got up from the ground with difficulty.
"Sorry, I'm going to the bathroom and I'll help clean up when I get back."
As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a sarcastic laugh from the man, which shattered the stubbornness and cruelty that she had finally condensed into pieces.
Song Xiang took a deep breath and forced herself to move to the bathroom.
However, as soon as she moved, Yan Han took a step forward, crossed her and the stain, and walked over with a stern expression.
As he passed by, she smelled the familiar scent of osmanthus on his body.
In just a moment, the noble aroma was washed away by the smell of milk tea on her body.
Comparing the two, as bright and beautiful as Yan Han was, Song Xiang was in a miserable state.
She could no longer move forward, so she could only stand there and wait for Shun Han's back to disappear from her eyes.
"Miss, you don't want us to clean up by ourselves. You should give us a word."
Song Xiang did not move.
The staff member glared at her and pushed her with two fingers in disgust.
Unexpectedly, Song Xiang fell straight down.
"Miss!"
The sound is really ugly.
Song Xiang thought this before his eyesight completely went dark.