Wen Zhiyao instinctively avoided Jiang She's gaze, looking elsewhere.
"Mr. Jiang, didn't you want to go to the construction site? If you go any later, it will delay matters." Wen Zhiyao turned to work matters as a means of pushing back.
Jiang She saw her reluctance and didn't want to force her.
The hand he had stretched out in mid-air withdrew.
"Right, I need to go to the construction site." At Jiang She's moment of confusion, Wen Zhiyao slipped away from under his arm.
She walked towards the door, questioning as she moved, "Why aren't you leaving? If you're late, it will leave a bad impression on many people at the construction site. But of course, as Mr. Jiang, you don't care about those things."
She was blaming Jiang She for his usual irresponsibility.
Jiang She turned to look at Wen Zhiyao. Against the light, he couldn't make out her face, but he was sure that Wen Zhiyao's eyes were fixed on his.
Was this how she always saw him?
