"Are you going with her?" Jiang Jingming sat beside Sang Yu, reaching out to wrap Sang Yu's slender waist.
Sang Yu laid back into Jiang Jingming's embrace: "Yeah, that's right."
"What about me?" His tone carried a hint of grievance.
Sang Yu looked up at Jiang Jingming, smiling: "What do you mean 'what about'? Jiang Jingming, I've been sticking with you every single day lately."
Recently, Jiang Jingming had vacation time and spent every day at home pestering Sang Yu, causing her to be unable to submit her sketches.
Not only did she have to submit drawings to the newspaper, but she also needed to create designs for the cheongsam collection.
Jiang Jingming actually wanted to say she shouldn't tire herself out so much, considering his salary was more than enough to support Sang Yu well, and besides his salary, he had other sources of income too.
But seeing Sang Yu so focused when drawing, he knew she truly loved the work, so he didn't say anything.
