Dan Tingye's hand paused slightly as he held the pen, reaching for his phone. As he opened it, his eyes suddenly tightened.
Looking at the photo on the phone, the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled up.
His long fingers brushed over the picture of Meimei holding a bowl of porridge, amusement reaching his eyes. Seeing the caption she added, he couldn't help but chuckle softly.
"The porridge is delicious, I'm stuffed!"
Little glutton, is it really that good?
Dan Tingye squinted his eyes, recalling her work diary from yesterday. After hesitating for a few seconds, he drafted a text message and replied to her.
"Knock, knock—"
The office door suddenly sounded.
Yao walked in respectfully, "Young Master, it's not office hours yet, but Young Master Jiang Nan is already waiting in the HR department. It seems like he's serious."
"You can handle this matter. There's no need to consult me." Dan Tingye spoke lightly.
