When Li Siru arrived at the YT Hotel, the manager said President Lu wanted her to go to the office.
She stood there torn for a long time before she composed herself, knocked on the door, and walked in.
Lu Beiyao was sitting at the desk, his head down, carefully going through the documents in his hand. A few strands of hair covered his forehead, obscuring his expression. He was wearing a white shirt, sleeves half-rolled up to the forearms, looking neat and handsome.
Li Siru swallowed, slowly sat down, and her hands clenched together out of nervousness. "President Lu, why did you want to see me?"
She feigned calmness, addressing him as President Lu, as was appropriate for an employee.
Finally, Lu Beiyao looked up at her, seemingly contemplating something but saying nothing.
Li Siru grew increasingly nervous. Just as she closed her eyes and was about to speak, Lu Beiyao said, "Your car has been repaired and brought over. It's now in the underground parking lot. Here are the keys."
