C65 I'm Not a Saint

A new week had come. Without Cang Qing's prosperity, Cang Ling felt as if the air had become fresh.

"Cang Ling, good morning." A colleague greeted Cang Ling.

Cang Ling smiled. As soon as she took her seat, someone placed a box of pastries on her table.

"Cang Ling, you haven't eaten breakfast yet, right? This is the Red Bean Cake I bought specially from the Fu Mansion this morning