After briefing Wu Yun, Song Guanchao went back upstairs to Xu Xin's office.
"Secretary Song."
Xu Xin quickly stood up and poured him tea. Song Guanchao wanted to refuse, but the words stopped on his lips.
Some small actions of a woman actually contain many meanings.
For example, pouring tea is an indication of hoping he would stay in the office a bit longer.
When she placed the teacup beside Song Guanchao, her body was very close to his, even touching his arm.
The fragrance from her body wafted into Song Guanchao's nose when she bent down to set the cup.
It was like wanting some physical contact with him but having to maintain a distance, only able to express through this.
Song Guanchao told her why he came.
"Alright, I'll send the documents over later."
Xu Xin looked at him with sparkling eyes, "Is there anything else?"
"No."
"Oh." Xu Xin's eyes dimmed a bit, yet she saw Song Guanchao staring at her face.
His gaze made her a bit embarrassed.
