Knock, knock.
"Come in."
Mu Qingmei pushed the door open and entered, seeing Qing Lan buried in work at the desk with a glass of chilled coconut juice placed beside her. She still had pristine features and a flawless complexion akin to a white jade, dressed in ethereal blue robes. The only difference from before was her hair, styled in a parted chignon resembling a swallow's tail.
"Sister Qing Lan!"
Qing Lan looked up at Mu Qingmei, adjusted her glasses, and smiled, "You're just in time."
"Is there something you need me to handle?" Mu Qingmei closed the door and sat down.
