Han Zhuoling smiled at his phone screen. He kind of wanted to know what Shi Xiaoya was thinking at this moment.
"What do you think?" he replied.
Shi Xiaoya subconsciously bit on her lower lip. "Your work will get delayed because of me. I feel really bad about it."
After Shi Xiaoya sent that message, she realized something in shock. Was Han Zhuoling saying that to him, she was more important than his work?
Shi Xiaoya's heart skipped a beat, as if her heart was on a roller coaster ride at this moment.
Her hands became slack slightly, and her phone slipped down onto the table.
She cupped her heated cheeks and kept staring at the words on the screen.
What do you think?
What⦠what could she think?
"If not for you, I would come back on Friday," Han Zhuoling wrote. "But I also don't think that coming back one day later with you counts as delaying my work."
