"Don't pull and tug in public places,"
Qiao En tried to break free from Zhou Jin'an's large hand.
But he held on tight and refused to let go, no matter what.
The two young ladies at the reception stretched their necks to look this way, and seeing Qiao En's cheeks flush with embarrassment, they secretly covered their mouths and giggled.
"You're not short of that little money, so why slave away like this?"
Zhou Jin'an's expression was cold, and his words carried a hint of anger.
"This is not being troublesome, this is work,"
Qiao En pouted to emphasize.
Zhou Jin'an scratched the tip of her nose with his hand, "Work, work, all you think about is work. What about your health? Look at it now, it's almost eleven o'clock at night, and you haven't even had dinner. Aren't you hungry?"
Qiao En hadn't felt hungry, but now that Zhou Jin'an mentioned it, she could hear her stomach playing the Empty Fort Strategy.
