Qin Mo even started to doubt her own eyes—had he really agreed so easily?
Did he really just want to go home for dinner?
Qin Mo followed Chu Yiqin, her small steps trying to keep pace with him. The man heard the clip-clopping of her high heels and slowed down, finally allowing Qin Mo to catch up with his stride.
"The car is ready for you, President. Are we going home now, or..."
Ying Yao respectfully asked.
Chu Yiqin seldom left the office at the normal time; he usually chose to work overtime at the company.
"Ask her."
The man's eyes were half-lowered, seemingly already comprehending Qin Mo's thoughts.
A trace of shock was still visible in Qin Mo's eyes. "How did you know I wanted to go somewhere else?"
"Wasn't your performance obvious enough?"
All afternoon, she'd lingered outside his office countless times, even going as far as to ask about his off-duty time, which was out of the ordinary.
Qin Mo gave a dry chuckle, "Indeed, there's some business."