Uncle Yan sent back another message, but it was still the same old three words, "It depends!"
Zhu Qianying felt like dashing out and kicking the door, but her body stayed lazily on the bed. Her fingers typed a line, "I'll get fired!"
This time, the reply came quickly, and surprisingly, it wasn't the same three words.
"No worries, hubby will take care of you!"
This reply made Zhu Qianying more frustrated than "It depends!"
After reading the message, Zhu Qianying set her phone on silent and tossed it onto her bedside cabinet. She made up her mind to not engage with him anymore.
She didn't believe he could really follow her every day, could he?
The next morning, Zhu Qianying was woken up by her alarm clock. After she got dressed and went out, Young Master Yan was sitting on the sofa, looking as neat as yesterday. He was holding a cup of tea in one hand and a magazine in the other.
