"If only I'd brought some dumplings with me..." Zhang Te, in a moment of excitement, couldn't help but voice his regret.
Han Jingnian quickly locked his screen and looked up at Zhang Te.
Realizing he'd spoken out of turn, Zhang Te quickly apologized with a smile, gingerly asking, "I mean, I skipped breakfast and am craving some dumplings, would you like some, Mr. Han?"
Han Jingnian placed his phone under some files and replied coldly, "No need."
"Alright then, Mr. Han. I'll start the work report for you..."
...
The icy aura around Han Jingnian lasted till afternoon, only then did the tension in the executive office somewhat eased.
He, who didn't do much work in the morning, worked overtime till 9:30 p.m. to finish the day's tasks.
As he got into the car, seeing Zhang Te who had been staying with him these past few days, asked out of habit, "Are we heading home, Mr. Han?"
Han Jingnian didn't respond, but his brows and eyes turned cold.
