Shen Ting was still stunned, as he really couldn't reconcile the woman flirting with the middle-aged man in front of him with the person he knew from his memories.
"Alright, Boss Wang, I need to tidy up, or I'll be eating the northwest wind again this month." Wa Yiting felt embarrassed under Shen Ting's gaze, coquettishly pushing the middle-aged man away from her.
The middle-aged man immediately held her again, looking pained, "I told you to follow me, but no, you insist on coming to this silly job..."
The middle-aged man was still murmuring, but Shen Ting couldn't hear him anymore; his mind was buzzing, unsure if it was from the shock or simply from being sick with a cold. Until Wa Yiting coaxed the middle-aged man into the room and pushed a small trolley that needed cleaning towards him, smiling as she asked him, "Sir, do you need any cleaning done?"
Only then did Shen Ting suddenly snap back to reality and move aside.
