"I've thought it over carefully, we can't get a divorce right now," Xia Lu said as she approached Zhou Mingchen's desk.
Zhou Mingchen looked up, "It's working hours now, let's talk about personal matters after work."
"Oh…" Xia Lu responded and silently walked back to her seat.
In this office, it was just the two of them. Whether they were talking about work or personal matters, nobody else would know, but as someone who always played by the rules, he naturally wouldn't allow others to break the rules he had set.
Xia Lu sat in front of the computer, deep in thought as she stared at the design interface, all the while continuously spinning a ballpoint pen in her hand.
"Click… Clack…" Her pen-spinning skills were poor, and the pen kept falling onto the desk, making a sharp sound.
