Zhou Luchen sat to one side, watching her eat. "Do you really like working overtime?"
Shen Jing mixed a bite of rice with her chopsticks and reluctantly explained, "Just tonight. It's not like I work overtime every day."
She had nothing, and Sheng Peng was her only way out, no matter what she encountered.
Zhou Luchen swiped his phone with his fingertips, his voice nasal. "Staying up late, working overtime during the day—are you that eager to die? Can't you just pay people to work themselves to death for you?"
Shen Jing put down her chopsticks and leaned her head on his shoulder. "Feeling sorry for me?"
"Aren't you the one who seized power from the Zhou Family's generation? You make them work themselves to death for you. Wouldn't it be nice for you to take it easy? I'm learning from you."
Zhou Luchen glanced at her. After a few seconds, he said, "I taught you. You didn't learn the good things, only these."
