"This business trip was arranged last week, and Secretary Sun was supposed to accompany me. Do you think we should change it last-minute to Secretary Ai?"
Han Jingnian's fingers, which were gliding on his computer's touchpad, came to a halt. After a moment, he spoke: "No need."
Huh? No need? Wasn't Jingnian planning to showcase his virtues to his wife through her friend? Why did he change his mind so quickly?
Zhang Te, taken aback, raised his head and glanced at Han Jingnian through the rear-view mirror.
As if Han Jingnian knew he was being watched, he nonchalantly remarked again, "From now on, let's continue with Secretary Sun."
"Why?" Zhang Te blurted out, realizing he might have overstepped a line. He wanted to remedy the situation by saying, "Alright, Mr. Han, I've got it." But before he could, Han Jingnian responded.
"To keep her at ease."
To keep at ease? Zhang Te was confused: "Who do you want to keep at ease?"
