As the words fell, Guan Ailin was stunned.
Her eyes widened slightly, she turned her head, looking at Wen Nan in astonishment, as if he was speaking some incomprehensible foreign language.
Being gazed at with such eyes, Wen Nan momentarily hesitated, his hand suspended in mid-air, feeling a bit uneasy in his heart.
Is this request a bit too much?
After all, this wasn't in the couples seating of that cinema before; it was work time now, and it was in the CEO's office. Doing such a thing really seemed inappropriate.
Will it be considered workplace harassment and will he get kicked out?
Wen Nan was not afraid of being kicked out of the office, but of his measly 30% strategy degree dropping further.
Hesitating, Wen Nan's right hand instinctively wanted to retreat, but just then, a series of cold system notifications and a soft female voice echoed in his mind—
