Song Qingping switched to a financial position, which is a cushy job. Xiang Qingyuan's meaningful gaze was fixed on the woman sitting opposite him.
If he could win her over, perhaps an opportunity would arise. Being in finance and having dirty hands could be profitable.
Lin Yan didn't go home immediately after work; Zhou Xiaoyue was waiting for her at the subway station on her little electric scooter.
She saw Lin Yan and coolly turned her head, "Hop on behind me."
Lin Yan was wearing a skirt, which was inconvenient, and she didn't have a helmet either, so she refused, saying, "Find a place to park. If we get caught by the traffic police, there will be a fine."
Zhou Xiaoyue had no choice but to park the scooter. She said she'd take Lin Yan home today, as she had already made dumplings and was just waiting for Lin Yan to arrive and put them in the pot.
"I've told you, you don't need to come pick me up; I can find the place myself."
