Morning Curtain Lin Xi

At ten o'clock in the evening, the lights in the CEO's office on the top floor of Chenguang Group were still on. Chenguang sat behind a million-dollar ebony desk, his fingertips ran across the financial statements on the tablet, and he frowned. Assistant Chen Mo stood aside, not daring to breathe - this young CEO controls the business empire with an iron fist and is famous for being unkind. Even his partners who have worked with him for many years have never seen him smile. "Mu's cooperation plan will be discussed tomorrow." Chen Guang turned off the tablet, her voice without any warmth. He stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the glittering city below his feet, but his eyes were cold. From taking over the family business to building Chenguang Group into an industry leader, he was accustomed to disguise himself with indifference. Words like love and warmth were just useless embellishments to him. At this moment, in an old residential building on the other side of the city, Lin Xi was lying on his desk revising the design draft. The dim light of the desk lamp fell on her face, and the broken hair on her forehead was wet with sweat. Tomorrow is the interview day for Chenguang Group. For this opportunity, she stayed up for three nights and drew more than a dozen versions of smart home interaction design drawings. "It must succeed.