On Sunday morning, bright and early, when there were only a handful of people on the top floor, Zhao Lifei strolled out of the private elevator. It was quiet in the building today, mainly because it was an off day for many people, but many of the newer employees in the lower floors still came in anyway.
Zhao Lifei came into the company with a purpose. She walked down the hall leading to Huo Qiudong's office, a sneaky little smile on her face.
She was dressed in a yellow summer dress that hugged her waist and flowed out from thereon. It stopped two or three inches above her ankles, revealing the stars and moon anklet she found in her jewelry box. Lately, there have been many random little accessories popping up here and there. It was strange, but she already knew who was behind it. Yang Feng always gave her gifts in secret so that she could not reject it on the spot.
