C218 He Was Moving Toward His Goal

In the spacious office, there was only the sound of paper flipping in the air and the rustling of pens dancing on paper.

Putting the documents aside, Chi Yichen stopped his movements and lowered his head in deep thought. The marble table reflected his appearance. His white jade-like face was as cold as ice, but his gaze was deep.

He did not know if Jian Xi could stay at home obediently