Those two male colleagues always believed that He Qianhui was the kind who wasn't happy after marriage.
Or perhaps her husband had a new love, which forced her to come out and work.
Now, it seemed like it wasn't really the case.
Zhang Hao put on an act, expertly wrapping one arm around He Qianhui's slender waist.
"Mom made food and has been waiting for you to come back and eat, but you didn't answer when I called you, so she asked me to bring it over for you to eat."
Even through the bag, the scent of the meal was detectable, and He Qianhui was ravenously hungry.
"I haven't finished work yet; maybe I'll take it home to eat later."
With Zhang Hao's support, He Qianhui was no longer afraid of those two men.
She returned to the computer to finish up the last bit of content.
Only then did she save the file with satisfaction and send it to her boss's email.
As for those two somewhat killjoy male colleagues, they looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
