Su Zhiruan nodded, then quickly glanced at his expression.
In the end, she couldn't tell; it seemed like he never showed any emotion, even when saying something like that, it was as if he was dealing with some document, apathetic.
He seemed to have been born without any emotions, an extremely calm and rational superior, with no kind of matter ever causing his emotions to fluctuate.
Lu Peijin had his secretary pass her a room card, along with the bank card on the table to Su Zhiruan.
"Let's go," Lu Peijin said without looking at her again. He slightly lifted his hand, and the secretary pushed his wheelchair away into the distance.
Su Zhiruan watched his wheelchair, her eyelashes drooping as she contemplated for a while.
She then stored both cards away carefully.
Originally, she had not planned to take the money since she was still on a mission, trying to establish the image of a poor but steadfast 'little white flower'; even if it tore her heart, she would decline.
