Lin Yue came to Han Zaixing's office and walked over.
Han Zaixing was sitting behind his desk, looking at the documents on the table.
He gave the document to Lin Yue, "Not enough."
"not enough?"
What's not enough?
Lin Yue took the document and didn't understand.
"What's the theme?"
"Winter warmth."
"I don't see warmth in your design."
Lin Yue frowned. She frowned not because Han Zaixing denied her design, but because she was confused.
"Mr. Han, I don't quite understand what you mean."
"What do you think of warmth?"
Han Zaixing looked at Lin Yue. There was no warmth in his eyes, and there was no warmth or smile in his eyes. Instead, he had the coldness and severity of a boss.
Lin Yue was a little scared when faced with Han Zaixing like this. He was different from Lin Qinru. Lin Qinru was a relaxed boss, but Han Zaixing was not.
"I think warmth can make people happy physically and mentally. It can infect people and make us feel better."
"So you focus on the tone and work hard on the tone."
"yes……"
"You think this is good?"
"I……"
When Lin Yue faced these stern eyes, she was speechless.
Han Zaixing said, "Go back and think carefully about what true warmth is."
real warmth...
Lin Yue lowered his head and looked at the document in his hand. The color was warm, wasn't it warm?
Lin Yue looked at Han Zaixing, who was already looking at other documents.
She moved her mouth, but finally said nothing more and left Han Zaixing's office.
Brother-in-law said true warmth, what is true warmth?
She wanted to ask, but when she asked, it was like giving you a question with a standard answer. If she asked, it would be like copying the standard answer.
She can't, she has to think and think by herself.
Lin Yue looked at his design drafts and frowned at each picture.
Real warmth, real...
The office was quiet, and Han Zaixing was reading documents. From time to time, there was the sound of documents being turned over, the sound of pen writing on paper, and the sound of typing on the keyboard.
Everything was quiet, and time passed by in this quietness.
Boom——
The long bells are ringing in the city again, and it's another hour.
Han Zaixing's cell phone on the table rang.
He took the phone, looked at the incoming call on the screen, and answered, "Kelly."
"Auntie asked me to supervise you and go to bed at twelve o'clock at the latest every day. It's ten o'clock now, so there are only two hours left."
The time when Han Zaixing's eyes fell on the upper right corner of the computer was exactly ten o'clock.
"Um."
"I'll have someone pick you up."
Kelly is not in China these two days, she is abroad.
"Need not."
"I have to. I've already called the driver. He should be waiting for you downstairs now."
Han Zaixing's signing hand paused.
"Don't be too late. You have to understand that the quality of your body determines whether you can do anything next."
Han Zaixing turned his head and looked out the window.
The city is beautiful at night, even in the quiet night, many high-rise buildings have lost their lights.
"I'll go down later."
"good."
After hanging up the phone, Han Zaixing closed the document and came to the floor-to-ceiling window.
The city is still the same city as before, but it is different.
Without that person, nothing would be the same.
Han Zaixing packed up and left the office. When he walked through the corridor, he stopped.