Frank saw Zhuo Xiangnan walk in and, with a smile, stepped forward to greet him, "Mr. Zhuo, we meet again."
"I'm here this time to talk about the matter from last time," Zhuo Xiangnan barely started speaking when Frank pulled him aside.
Frank said with a smile, "How can you start with company matters the moment you arrive? It's so uninteresting."
A hint of amusement flickered in Zhuo Xiangnan's eyes. He didn't think there was anything else they could possibly talk about, but since Frank wanted to engage in small talk, he decided to humor him.
When Zhuo Xiangqiao returned home, Lin Yue was sitting on the bed hugging her quilt, seemingly lost in thought.
Hearing noises at the door, Lin Yue looked up. When she saw Zhuo Xiangqiao standing there, her brows furrowed even more tightly.
"Haven't gone to bed yet?" Zhuo Xiangqiao took off his coat and automatically went over to Lin Yue, wrapping his arms around her, "Not feeling well?"