Mr. Bao Yancheng carefully chose his words, "We—"
"Old sir, why haven't you gone up yet?"
The neighborly old man beamed, "Just chatting with the young fellow here. Brought you a couple of dishes."
Wen Wanzhi quickly approached, her face flushed and slightly out of breath, "Then I won't stand on ceremony; please go upstairs."
After glancing at Bao Yancheng, Wen Wanzhi intuitively piped up, "Ah, this is my boss; he just gave me a lift home."
Mr. Bao frowned and wanted to object but didn't know what to say.
Her ex-husband?
Now he was nothing more than a company superior.
In the elevator, the cheerful old man continued the small talk, "Wanzhi, the Ye Family's young man hasn't visited in a while. Are you two still on good terms?"
Darkness clouded Wanzhi's vision, nearly failing to catch her breath.
The old man was a pro at stepping on landmines, with no regard whatsoever for her wellbeing with his probing questions.