"Brother Cheng, the guest area outside and the ribbon-cutting props have been arranged properly."
Lin Chuqiao walked over to Fang Cheng, her voice warm and soft.
Fang Cheng turned around and nodded at her slightly:
"Alright, I'll go out immediately."
Then he raised both hands, facing the mirror, ready to adjust the slightly off tie once more.
Seeing this, Lin Chuqiao naturally stepped closer by two steps.
"Let me do it."
The distance between them instantly closed.
Lin Chuqiao slightly raised her head, a faint scent of rose perfume drifted into Fang Cheng's nostrils.
She reached out her fair fingers, grasping Fang Cheng's dark tie.
Her fingertips brushed against the skin on his neck and jaw inevitably as she folded the collar.
Lin Chuqiao's movements were meticulous, her eyes slightly raised, meeting Fang Cheng's deep gaze.
"Chu Qiao, it's really been tough on you these days."
Fang Cheng lowered his gaze, looking at the woman so close to him, his tone softening.
