"I'll do the dishes."
Du Fan was very conscientious. He already felt embarrassed just showing up empty-handed for the meal, and leaving right after wiping his mouth without helping would be even worse.
Although the two of them were colleagues, there wasn't much to talk about, especially since he suffered from social anxiety and wasn't good at conversation.
So helping out after the meal would probably make things a bit better.
"You don't have to do that, Du..."
But before Chi Zhu could finish her sentence, Du Fan had already rolled up his sleeves, efficiently stacked the dishes, and carried them into the kitchen.
Chi Zhu closed her open mouth, a hint of discomfort flashing across her face.
Inviting a superior for a casual meal and ending up having them wash dishes didn't feel right.
But since he had already started, it wasn't good for her to insist otherwise.