Liang Weining's breath hitched, already having a conditioned response to those few words.
Considering her actions of the day, she came to a conclusion; the boss was about to settle accounts with her.
As the partition rose slowly, the spacious back seat was segregated into an absolutely private enclosed space. For that reason, the invisible pressure beside her seemed all the more palpable.
Gone was her defiance from the daylight, and once again, she began to falter.
No matter how their relationship had changed, it couldn't obscure one fact.
He was Mr. Chen.
In this position, one should always keep personal and professional matters separate.
Enduring that gaze that must not be spoken of, Liang Weining cycled through a hundred different tactics in her mind before finally deciding to stick with the old recipe. She glanced at the man's legs and, with a pained expression, moved closer to the inner side.
She hesitated for a few seconds, not daring to sit down.
