"From now on, don't think about other men in my presence, understand?" Jiang She cradled Wen Zhiyao's face in his hands, seriously declaring his ownership.
Wen Zhiyao brushed off his hand, the wound on her lip still hadn't healed. Was he a dog?
She didn't want to be easily swayed, her stance firm. "Jiang, you're my superior, and I'm your subordinate. Our relationship only involves work. As for everything else, I don't remember."
Jiang She wasn't easy to fool. He moved closer to Wen Zhiyao, supporting himself with one arm on the car door, smiling mischievously. "If you've forgotten, I can help you recall."
Wen Zhiyao ducked under Jiang She's arm, quickly opening the car door for someone to get in.
"Mr. Jiang, there are people at the company waiting specifically for you. This is not the time to talk, work is more important." Wen Zhiyao was already seated in the front passenger seat.
Jiang She didn't press further, driving away with his passenger.
