Xia Wan'an halted her steps, turning around.
Her gaze first landed on Han Jingnian, but only for a fleeting moment, before landing on Zhang Te's face.
Zhang Te, with a peach blossom-like smile on his face, rushed towards her, "Ma'am, today is a weekend, and you should have nothing to do. Since that's the case, why not accompany Boss Han to the evening party..."
As he spoke, Zhang Te joined his hands as if praying to Buddha, continuously bowing, "Ma'am, this is a real emergency, if you don't help, no one can help. As the saying goes, saving a life is better than building a seven-storey pagoda, so I beg you. Your great kindness will be remembered in my heart, and I will serve you without any complaints in the future..."
Isn't this a decision that he and she could make?
As Xia Wan'an thought, she glanced at Jingnian again. The man did not open his mouth to stop Zhang Te, nor did his facial expression show a particularly urgent need for her help.
