Zhuang Shuqing's face turned even redder, "I don't miss you; it's Monday, I have to go to work."
"Ha, boss lady, aren't you working too hard? What about your employees?"
"Get lost, you should leave now. Oh, by the way, is Leng Yixing okay?"
Hearing his wife mention another man, he frowned, "He won't die."
Zhuang Shuqing wanted to ask more, but Lu Jinyang didn't give her a chance. He pressed down on her with a long French kiss before getting up contentedly and leaving.
Once Lu Jinyang left, she couldn't fall back to sleep, so after lying in bed for a while, she got up and went to work.
She couldn't remember how long she hadn't gone to work; now, arriving at the studio, she felt a sense of estrangement.
