"I've eaten." Shi Aoju took the document, his face cold, and said, "You can go now."
The secretary found it somewhat unbelievable; the BOSS never liked eating takeout, and he had a severe cleanliness obsession, never allowing meals in the sanctity of the office. How could he have eaten?
But adhering to the professional ethic that "the boss's orders are like imperial edicts," the secretary still nodded, turned around, walked out of the room, and shut the door.
The ambiguous atmosphere just now was shattered by the sudden interruption, leaving behind an endless awkwardness entangling the two.
Su Jiuyi stood up from the corner of the wall, dragged her steps to the sofa, picked up the bag she'd thrown aside earlier, and slowly walked to Shi Aoju's side.
"Um..." she stammered, "I'm heading back, got to prune the flower bed this afternoon."
Shi Aoju's brow furrowed in fatigue, subconsciously pinching the corner of his eye, he said, "Do you want me to take you?"
