Guosheng's lips twitched, like he had a choice. Begrudgingly, he pushed aside the half-eaten noodles, muttering under his breath as he got up to change clothes.
Running ridiculous errands for his boss was one thing, but buying duckie pajamas and capybara slippers past work hours? That was a new level of humiliation.
He wasn't lucky he didn't have a girlfriend.
Still, he tucked his notebook into his pocket and sighed. "Assistant of the year, Guosheng… assistant of the year.." he told himself.
Meanwhile, Jinxing's car rolled silently through the night streets, heading toward the Qian residence.
His hand rested against the armrest, jaw set tight. He hissed under his breath, a sharp sound of irritation. No one should dare to provoke him tonight. If his family tried their usual tricks, cutting remarks, narrow-minded lectures, words meant to undermine,he would not be holding back.
