Zhou Jin'an's eyes suddenly tightened.
He looked over at Qiao En, who had a faint smile and a serene demeanor.
It was an expression of tacit approval.
"Secretary Qiao, congratulations! Once you set a date, do let me know. I'll come with An Ge to share your happiness. An Ge, that's fine with you, right?"
An Kexin slightly tilted her head, her eyes brimming with pink bubbles.
Unconsciously, she reached out to hook her arm through Zhou Jin'an's.
He excused himself to adjust his necktie, avoiding her gesture.
She grabbed at thin air.
"She is no longer Nanchen's secretary; just call her Qiao En from now on."
Zhou Jin'an's tone was also bland.
He ripped off his necktie and threw it on the couch, walking straight to the dining table.
The table was set, brimming with a sumptuous feast.
Zhou Jin'an sat down, served himself soup, and drank quietly.
Mrs. Zhou sighed, her murky eyes sweeping over the three people.
Qiao En was composed and convincing in her act.
