He thought back to how he held the chair for her at dinner last night and how he opened the car door for her this morning. She was oblivious to all these expressions of his feelings towards her.
Si Zhengting flew into a fit of jealousy. He threw his pen down on the desk loudly, breaking their soundless conversation. He then looked up and gave Ji Chen an icy-cold stare.
Ji Chen immediately stood up straight and lowered his head, not daring to cast another glance in Zhuang Nainai's direction.
Zhuang Nainai could not get a response from him and was stomping her feet in frustration. She dared not utter a word when Si Zhengting looked over because she would have to start by addressing his name.
What should she call him?
Hubby? Darling? Baby? Man of the house? My old mate?
They were all unsuitable.
She was at her wits end and could not help but complain that Google had its limitations.
