"Thank you."
Ji Weitian thought it was the assistant's special care and expressed her gratitude.
The assistant quickly waved his hands, "This is the boss's order. Miss Ji, if you feel tired, there is a resting room in the president's office. I can take you there."
Ji Weitian declined.
She was waiting for Qin Nanyu to finish work so they could go back together.
She couldn't quite explain why. When he was high and mighty, flourishing, she found him disagreeable in every way, yet it seemed only natural.
It was as if he was meant to shine brilliantly.
But when she heard he had been kicked out of his home, penniless and homeless, she should have taken the opportunity to mock him, saying he deserved it. Yet, the one who could least bear to see him looked down upon ended up being her.
Time and again, she compromised her principles for him, allowed him to stay at her house, allowed him to cling to her.
Ji Weitian shook her head, trying not to let her thoughts wander.
