Song Ci sat elegantly on the sofa, knitting a sweater with two needles in her hands. She looked breathtakingly beautiful. Meanwhile, Han Zhan was sitting upright behind his desk, wearing glasses and was very focused on his work.
Li Li was slightly disappointed.
"What nonsense are you thinking about again?" Han Zhan glanced at Li Li with a faint smile and asked him, "What do you wish to see when you push open the door?"
Li Li sensibly didn't answer this provocative question. He changed the topic and pointed at the already embryonic sweater on Song Ci's lap. With an envious expression, he said, "Madam must have knitted this for Mr. Han. Mr. Han is so lucky and Madam is so virtuous."
Hearing this, Han Zhan suddenly touched his glasses but didn't say anything.
Li Li realized that something was off. If this was in the past, Han Zhan's tail would have been wagging vigorously.
