"Hiss—you stepped on my foot!" Mo Yuxuan's facial features were wrinkled in pain. She had just joined this advertising company, holding a large stack of documents and was carefully walking through the crowded office area.
With a "pop" sound, the pen fell to the ground. A smile appeared on Fan Zihe's lips, but Mo Yuxuan felt that he was laughing at her, and the misunderstanding in his heart deepened. He secretly thought: This Fan Zihe must be laughing at me on purpose.
