"Hello, Secretary Lin." Ling Xi nodded lightly at her, and when she noticed her gaze resting on the nearby front desk staff, she continued casually, "It has nothing to do with her, I chose to stand and wait."
"Ah, oh!" First, a slight daze, it was unexpected that a person like Ling Xi would actually explain herself for a front desk clerk, but her professional training reminded her to quickly regain composure, and then she made a welcoming gesture toward Ling Xi, "The president is on the twentieth floor, Miss Ling, this way please." After speaking, she led the way, with Ling Xi following blandly, leaving behind the dazed girl who kept watching their fading figures.
Miss Ling! Ling! Little Xixi! Ling Xi!
Oh my gosh!
The girl subconsciously covered her mouth, her eyes full of utter disbelief.
"What's wrong?" Another front desk staff who had just returned from the restroom looked at the girl stupefied and distractedly; approaching her side, she asked curiously.
