"He doesn't understand yet."
"I have to say it even if he doesn't understand."
Zhao Lan burst out laughing.
She cupped his cheeks and kissed his lips. "Let's go home together after work? I'll cook tonight."
"With me around, do you need to cook?"
"Then I'll wait to eat?"
"Of course." Pan Jun picked her up. "There's still an hour and a half. Shall I take an afternoon nap with you?"
"Where?"
"In my office."
Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, Lin Jiao quickly pulled Pei Yilan back to the resting area.
Two colleagues were also there making tea, so it was not convenient for them to talk. They looked at each other and sat there like they were on pins and needles.
After their colleagues left, Pei Yilan, who was about to be suffocated, quickly said, "Jiaojiao, that was Zhao Lan, right?"
"It sounds like her."
