Lin Nianhe was certainly never short on small talk, to be precise—at times, she could bury a serious statement within a hundred trivial ones.
But such a relaxed state could only occur when she was entirely at ease, something Factory Director Wang would likely never witness in his lifetime.
Under this unflattering misunderstanding, Factory Director Wang stared at Lin Nianhe, his mind racing as he recalled every single word and pause she had ever spoken.
Whenever he interacted with Lin Nianhe recently, he had been on edge, especially due to Factory Director Sun's influence. Unconsciously, he found himself recounting the words of those who had been in contact with Lin Nianhe...
He was a human, not a tape recorder; how could he possibly remember everything?
He thought and thought and thought... until he thought himself into a panic.
Lin Nianhe saw him clutching his head in agony, looking bewildered and helpless.
What was wrong with him?