Zhang Minghui paused for two seconds.
Returning to his senses under Mo Ziye's cold gaze, his eyes flickered slightly as he asked gently, "Are we going to S City to pick up Xin Xin today? The schedule is quite full today…"
"Yes, you need to go to S City now, leave work matters to the secretary."
"Alright, then I'll call Xin Xin shortly and let her know to prepare."
"Brother Little Hui, Qingqing and I are getting married soon. You're not getting any younger; you shouldn't let work delay your entire life's happiness."
Mo Ziye's tone softened slightly as he changed the subject.
However, Zhang Minghui didn't follow his train of thought. After a moment, his expression changed slightly as he said, "My aunt is already helping me find a match. Don't worry about it."
Watching Zhang Minghui leave the office and close the door behind him.
Mo Ziye's expression slightly relaxed, his thin lips lightly pressed together.
