Cheng Qing held a fist to his mouth and coughed lightly.
"Cough cough, no, never dated," Cheng Qing said in a low voice.
Speaking of love, he wore a look of disdain.
A normal family, who falls in love? Women nowadays even celebrate Qingming; who could stand that? They talk about the first cup of milk tea in autumn, and today's first cup.
As a workaholic like him, he was only suitable for work—women should stay aside.
Who had the time to cater to them? The time spent taking care of a woman could be better spent earning more money.
"Since you haven't, how can you naturally provide so many examples?" Director Bo said in a deep voice.
The man's deep-set eyes glanced at Cheng Qing briefly as he said in a learned and organized manner, "Otherwise, how about I give you a few days off? You can go travel and see if there's a suitable romantic encounter."
"Pfft, Director Bo, you must be joking. I don't need that," Cheng Qing was quite startled.
