After much hesitation, Zhang Xiaowei still didn't go for the embrace.
"Haste won't get you hot tofu," he thought, better to wait a bit longer.
On his next visit to Zhao Ruolan's home, his awkwardness had lessened.
Seeing the messy room, Zhang Xiaowei headed straight for Zhao Ruolan's bedroom.
"What are you doing?"
Zhao Ruolan, who had just taken a business plan from the living room, found Zhang Xiaowei sitting on her bed and asked in confusion.
"There is nowhere to sit in the living room, so you can't expect me to stand there the whole time, can you?"
Zhang Xiaowei grumbled, clearly annoyed.
Little did he know, Zhao Ruolan would shake the business plan in her hand and say, "There's more material at the company, let's go."
Zhang Xiaowei, who had planned to stay over at her place that night, was stunned.
"We have to go to your company?"
"What else?"
Zhao Ruolan asked nonchalantly.
"If it's just about getting something, then why do you insist on me going with you."
