When Secretary He entered, he couldn't spot Young Master Tan at first glance.
He was somewhat dazed and focused for a while before finally spotting where Tan Jincheng was.
The sun outside was just right; brilliant sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, filling the room with warmth and brightness. But Young Master Tan was hidden in the shadow cast by the bookshelf near the window, sitting in his chair like a statue, eyes closed, looking exhausted.
Secretary He had never seen Young Master Tan in such a state, leaving him momentarily speechless.
In his eyes, Young Master Tan was always noble, wise, and elegant, almost omnipotent; he had never seen him looking so desolate.
Secretary He felt a bit anxious, his heart pounding nervously.
He wasn't sure if he should present the documents he was holding.
Just as he hesitated, Tan Jincheng slowly opened his eyes.
