Song Xiaodong gave Qiao Yutong a quick kiss on the cheek and said, "So when will you move in with me? That way, we can always be together."
"Don't even think about it. That day will never come." Qiao Yutong raised her chin defiantly, her hand on the car door handle, ready to pull it open.
"Leaving already?" Song Xiaodong squinted at Qiao Yutong.
"Shameless!" Qiao Yutong scoffed, but nonetheless leaned in to give Song Xiaodong a peck, which finally satisfied him.
On the next day, Qiao Yutong arrived at the office, gearing up for another hectic day. Around ten in the morning, a young lady from the office rushed in, announcing, "Deputy Director Qiao, someone has delivered flowers for you!"
"Flowers again?" Qiao Yutong initially looked pleased, but her expression quickly turned serious, "Ignore him."
Maintaining an outward show of indifference is necessary, otherwise, there'd be no authority in front of the subordinates.
