At 9 p.m., Yan Shixiu finished his last meeting and returned to his office where Xun Yinghua nervously leaned against the door, asking, "Mr. Yan, are you not going home tonight? Miss An is waiting."
Yan Shixiu sat down in his office chair and thought about his tattoo still scabbing, feeling somewhat uncomfortable, "Think of an excuse for me."
"Mr. Yan, aren't you putting me in a difficult position? We've already used the business trip excuse and definitely can't use it again today. If you're in Yancheng and not going home, even I would start having wild thoughts. Besides, you've been looking at your phone all day; you must be really missing Miss An..."
"No, rather..."
"How about I think of one for you?" came a proud voice from the office door.
Yan Shixiu looked up to see who it was and couldn't help but smile helplessly.
The little assistant tactfully exited the office and quietly shut the door behind her to avoid any collateral damage.
