As Zhang Liang drove back home, he noticed Feng Mian was looking in his direction a few times. It seemed she wanted to say something yet at the same time, hesitant whether to say it or not.
"What is it, Feng Mian?"
"President, do we also need to act during the time we're alone?"
Somehow, Feng Mian recalled the day Zhang Liang acted a bit different. It was a bit overwhelming for her. Even though she decided to play along, she still felt uncomfortable with his actions.
Zhang Liang steered the wheel. "Do you want to or not?"
"I… prefer not."
"Then you don't need to act. It's fine to be yourself, Feng Mian."
His words were said in a flat tone, but Feng Mian felt as if he was saying it softer than usual. She pushed her thoughts to the back of her mind as she looked at Zhang Liang.
