Ou Linlin grabbed her handbag and hurried after him, wrapping one hand around Sun Nanjue's arm, "Director Sun, wherever you're going, take me with you."
Sun Nanjue scooped Ou Linlin into his arms and, right in front of An Zhe, deeply kissed her, "Little demon, you really want to be my housekeeper?"
"If Director Sun doesn't mind, I'd be more than happy."
"I'd be happy too, but our family patriarch has to nod approval first." Sun Nanjue pushed Ou Linlin away half-jokingly and followed An Zhe into the elevator.
Ou Linlin just stood there, staring blankly at Sun Nanjue's retreating figure, lost in thought.
Under her eyes, a myriad of affections was masked by a hint of sorrow.
Perhaps, for this lifetime, she could only play along with Sun Nanjue, never truly entering his heart.
After all, the gap between them was simply too vast.
Ou Linlin pulled out a slim cigarette, lit it, and took a puff. Between the smoke swirls, tears threatened to overflow in her eyes.
