He put down the bowl and chopsticks, and said to Zhong Lingling, "I'm going to work. Call me if you need anything!"
Zhong Lingling nodded obediently. "Don't stay up too late tonight. If there's nothing important, come back early for dinner!"
"There shouldn't be anything major today, I'll try to rush home to have dinner with you!" Xiang Yimo said, pinching Zhong Lingling's cheek.
Since making up with Zhong Lingling, her appetite has improved somewhat, and she's finally gained a little weight recently. As he pinched her cheek, her skin's elasticity was so good, it seemed like it could almost squeeze out water.
Xiang Yimo stood up, pulled out the chair, and prepared to leave.
"Cousin, I'll go to the company with you too!" Wang Shan hurriedly stood up to follow.
She put down her bowl and chopsticks, nervously circled the table.
"Shanshan, your hand hasn't healed yet. How can you go to work?"
