"We shape clay into a pot, but it is the emptiness inside that holds whatever we want." Zhu Li Qiang read the proverb that was hung on the wall.
"Come here." Teng Man Rui motioned him to come closer. "Don't you have work today?"
Zhu Li Qiang wrapped his arms around her waist from the back and rested his chin on her shoulder. The lady was busy shaping clay into the turntable. She was sitting on a chair, yet Zhu Li Qiang managed to squeeze himself around the lady on a back hug.
"I can work anywhere anytime." He answered her query nonchalantly.
Teng Man Rui rolled her eyes but her lips curved up in a smile. "Tss…"
"I'll be going to the Teng Residence later. My parents asked for me."
They were in Teng Man Rui's apartment in Hangzhou. They spent most of their time there. Zhu Li Qiang frequently stayed there in the guise of a trip to Shanghai port. His stays would usually last for a week or two straight.
