I'm just afraid that no one will support your cooking

In the CEO's office at Chuanxi group, Liang Jingchuan was sitting behind his desk, his fingers tapping on the keyboard as a pile of documents piled up beside him.

Suddenly, his eyelids twitched. He stopped, rubbed his eyebrows, and his gaze fell outside the window.

She didn't know why, but she suddenly felt uneasy, as if something was about to happen.

His gaze fell on the unfinished code on his desktop. He had probably been too busy these few days, so he was in a bad mood.

At half-past five in the afternoon, Liang Jingchuan got off work as usual. When he arrived at the technical department and saw the people working overtime, he said in a low voice,""Let's get off work earlier today. "

Everyone immediately stood up and looked at the door.

"I have nothing to do even if I go back," Zhou Nan said with a smile."I'd rather work overtime here. I can even earn some overtime pay. I can save up my money as a wife."