When Jiang Nuan with curly chestnut hair crashed into Lu Chen's world like a little sun, this upstart tech guy in a black suit buttoned to the collar was using algorithms to measure employee efficiency. The confession cake she handed over was marked as "invalid social interaction" by him in public, but no one saw the numbered photos he took of the melted cream late at night. When the business war conspiracy tore apart Lu Chen's appearance of a perfect elite, Jiang Nuan realized that: what he was chasing was never the sense of achievement of melting icebergs, but the answer that the crying little girl hiding in the conference room wanted. And Lu Chen, who rejected all warmth, violated the "emotion management code" for the first time because he lost the only girl who dared to pull his tie. It turns out that even the most sophisticated AI is not accurate. When the sweet offensive meets the high defense system, what kind of out-of-control sparks will occur.
