Hai Lan laughed and said, "I'm home now, thanks for your concern."
"Shouldn't I be the one thanking you for giving me the opportunity to care for you?" Wen Jingheng teased, his tone was not frivolous.
As a matter of fact, Wen Jingheng was probably the most stable man Hai Lan had ever seen.
That kind of stability was the demeanor ingrained in the bones, passed down through generations in a prominent family.
Hai Lan chuckled, "Director Wen really knows how to joke. You must be very busy right now. Don't worry about me, thank you."
"Let's have dinner together tomorrow," Wen Jingheng suddenly said.
Hai Lan laughed heartily, "Director Wen, do you think I can go out looking like this?"
Stepping out would make the headlines!
"It's about having dinner at the Dongfang family's house. I just hired a new chef whose culinary skills are pretty good. His venison is tasty, and I wanted everyone to try it."
"I'd better not go. My face is just too eye-catching..."
