The boss said this, his speech neither hurried nor slow, conveying his usual composure and calmness.
So much so, that Liang Weining earnestly considered what else there could be, apart from kissing skills.
Chen Jingyuan watched her, silent and unspoken.
After a moment,, the elevator doors opened again.
He raised his hand to tidy the girl's slightly tousled hair by her forehead, draped his suit jacket over her, and took her hand, stepping out with her.
Only then did Liang Weining remember in her rush she had left her coat in the secretary's room.
In Area A of the garage, the stretched Pullman was discreetly parked.
The driver had already arrived on the scene, respectfully calling out 'Mr. Chen' upon sight and, out of professional instinct, pretended to be blind to the intimacy between the boss and his secretary.
But Liang Weining blushed.
After all, things were still normal yesterday, and if it were her, she would definitely gossip about it in her mind.
