Yang Fan stayed in the office until it was time to clock out. As soon as he stepped out of the Ming Guang Group building, he saw Yang Huiru, that woman, had changed into a simple casual outfit, still wearing trousers, standing by his car waiting for a long time.
Yang Fan walked over and said with a smile, "Who are you waiting for? Some handsome guy?"
"I'm waiting for my bestie Murong Yan."
"Is that so? Then I'll be off, seeing as it's not my business." Yang Fan turned to leave.
"Stop putting on airs, get in the car, you."
Yang Fan chuckled and got into the car.
"My body's just recovered, so I'm staying out of the kitchen for now. After a while, I'll cook for you, but for tonight, tell me whatever you want to eat."
"I want to eat... you know."
Yang Huiru, who was driving, had one hand on the steering wheel and pinched Yang Fan hard with her other hand: "Are you asking for a beating?"
Yang Fan grimaced and sucked in a breath, "What did I say? I just meant I wanted noodles."
