The two embraced quietly, and Leng Youchen's gaze inadvertently swept over her backpack, not missing that his wife seemed to be hiding something when he came in. A corner of what looked like a photo was sticking out from the zipper of the backpack.
He didn't let on, and after a while, he slightly pushed her away, "It's almost time for lunch, wait for me a moment. I need to handle two documents, then I'll take you out to eat."
"Okay." Wei Anning sat back down on the sofa, watching him wheel away, she turned to glance at her backpack and quickly stuffed the exposed corner of the photo back into the bag before zipping it up.
Behind the desk, Leng Youchen locked a document away in a drawer, it couldn't be seen by his wife, otherwise, it would cause big trouble.
