Wang Dongcheng didn't think twice and immediately said, "I'll be heading back after lunch, probably around three or four in the afternoon. If you don't have someone to take you, then come back with me! I've got my bicycle with me anyway."
"That's great, thank you, Mr. Wang," Zhao Xinlan said happily, grabbing Wang Dongcheng's arm and shaking it.
Looking at the sunny smile on her face, Wang Dongcheng felt a strange feeling rise within him. Li Shiping had a quiet disposition and never showed such a childish side. Especially after getting married, she was always gloomy, as if someone had died in the family. He didn't even want to go home; just seeing Li Shiping's face made him annoyed.
