Yan Wei sat on a large flannel sofa covered with warm and soft flannel. At her feet was a pair of white plush slippers that she had just put on to match the sofa.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the rain was falling, and the transparent glass window was covered with a layer of rain and fog. She looked out the window in a daze. The fog was so thick that the outside world was blurred and could not be seen clearly.
"Miss Yan, if you have nothing important to do, you can start working tomorrow."
Sitting opposite Yan Wei was a man who was just over forty years old. Separated from a solid wood desk, the man's hands were placed on the table. The joints were clear, slender and strong. He wore a well-tailored suit with a pair of simple and elegant cufflinks on his cuffs.
His facial features are three-dimensional but not ostentatious, and his eyes are gentle and polite. He gives the impression of an elegant and easy-going person.