Edward Stephens glanced back lightly, maintaining a calm and composed demeanor, and gave him a look.
"You've made Director Ginger very upset. She is your wife; don't let her be too sad."
Edward Stephens's expression remained gentle and indifferent, without saying a word.
"Don't let her constantly drown her sorrows in alcohol. Her stomach isn't good, and drinking too much puts a heavy burden on her body." Ian Linton's voice was gentle, carrying a bit of amiable advice, without any aggressiveness.
Edward Stephens took a cigarette out of his trousers, bit it on his lips, and lit the tip with a lighter.
With a calm demeanor, he asked quietly, "Is this something you should be concerned about?"
Ian Linton was slightly taken aback, then nodded, feeling a bit embarrassed as he lowered his head, "I've known Director Ginger for many years. Seeing her upset today, I couldn't help but say a few more words. I hope Mr. Stephens won't mind."
