Ye Jiuliang smiled contentedly, leaned in to peck his lips lightly, "Good boy."
Her voice was soft and tender, as if she was coaxing a three-year-old child.
Li Mochan's temples throbbed with black lines as he watched her push the door open and get out of the car.
The little rascal, he'd settle accounts with her tonight.
Pushing open the glass door, Ye Jiuliang stepped into the newspaper office with a light step, looking as comfortable as if she were strolling through her own backyard.
"I'll have a beef bento box."
"I want one too."
"One at a time, slow down, I can't remember all this."
The open office was noisy and clamorous, turning into a market at mealtime had long become the norm.
"Looks like I've arrived just in time, right at mealtime."
The cool voice sliced through the air, successfully suppressing the chaotic noise of the office.
That voice.
That tone.
Sounds a bit familiar.
Everyone turned their necks, following the source of the sound towards the entrance.
