"Hungry? Want some late-night snacks?"
"If you become my snack, I'll have some late-night snacks."
"Tired, huh?"
Fan Shaoming blinked, feeling that something was off with the person in his arms. But if something was off, why had she kissed him so passionately just now...
"Xiaoyue, what happened?" Fan Shaoming loosened his grip, straightened her body, held her arms and stared into her eyes intensely, asking in a low voice.
Su Xiaoyue looked up and met his gaze, and after a moment, she asked, "Where were you at the meeting this afternoon?"
"At the company."
"Which company?"
"Our company, of course. What's wrong?"
"Was it Sanyang Group or Jun Group?"
Fan Shaoming paused, then his eyes began to flicker. He pulled her into his arms again and whispered in her ear, "Wife, it's late, let's rest."
