Before long, Chen Yan's office was knocked on, "thump, thump, thump."
Chen Yan set aside the document he was signing and then said, "Come in."
The office door opened, and Yang Rou walked in from outside.
Today she had her hair done up and was wearing a professional suit, still with a mask on, which made her look less sharp and more delicate, like a beauty weakened by illness.
Chen Yan didn't start off by talking about work.
Seeing Yang Rou like this, he asked, "Sister Rou, haven't you recovered from your cold yet?"
Yang Rou covered her mouth, coughed lightly, and then mumbled, "Colds usually take about a week to get better. So this is normal."
"I guess it should be better in another couple of days."
Hearing Yang Rou's reply, Chen Yan asked, "Have you taken any medicine?"
Yang Rou knew that Chen Yan was referring to the medicine he bought for her last time.
She hesitated for a moment, then told a lie, "I have."
