Ji Shiting paused and looked at her.
The woman glared at him and blushed angrily.
He thought for a bit, grabbed her hand and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Do we have to finish reading those reports now?" She said.
Ji Shiting raised an eyebrow and said calmly, "I just don't like delaying. Are you mad that I only care about work? But I used to work in the car, and you didn't mind."
Ye Shengge was stunned.
Indeed, he used to work in the car, but she hadn't minded at that time. Why did she mind now?
She was so sensitive because she knew that he didn't love her anymore. Every part of him was reminding her of that fact.
Ye Shengge suddenly felt despair. She realized that her efforts might be meaningless.
Her courage and passion needed nourishment. Without a source, her love would wither, so how could she feed him?
