"Yeah, there's nothing I could do about it, after all, I'm Qingqing's boyfriend, oh no… fiancé! Qingqing couldn't come here after she got injured, so I had to replace her and come to work. Is there a problem?"
Zhao Moxuan glanced sideways at Wen Mian, seemingly confrontational, yet waiting for Wen Mian's response.
Wen Mian gasped.
She frowned and then laughed out loud.
He feigned a modest expression on his face, but his helplessness was all too evident.
Actually, he was incredibly pleased with himself, heart brimming with joy.
"I don't want to work this hard either, but for Qingqing's sake, I had to come over. I'm still quite unfamiliar with the company, so I'll have to trouble you to show me the ropes."
After finishing his words, he stared intently at Wen Mian, expecting her response.
She, however, did not wish to engage with him, pondering other ideas in her mind.
"Alright then."
