Zhou Yuan hurriedly said, "I know, you're the big president of the group, with so many people depending on you for their livelihoods. If you're not busy, then nobody else can eat."
Gu Cheng nodded, but his hands did not leave the keyboard and mouse.
Zhou Yuan hastily added, "I just came up to see you, I'm not asking for your company. I'll sit for a while and then go, you quickly get back to your work."
She was very afraid of disturbing him, also scared that he would find her annoying.
At that moment, Gu Cheng glanced at her.
She immediately felt all her nerves tense up.
"I, I'll leave now."
Just as she was about to pick up her small bag, Gu Cheng stopped her.
"Why don't you wait a bit longer, let's have dinner together after work?"
Indeed, they hadn't seen each other for more than a week. No phone calls, no messages—it didn't seem like they were about to get married, and Gu Cheng was aware that he had neglected his little wife.