On Li Ye's third day in Shanghai, Sunday, the sky finally cleared. The number of people at the exhibition surged seven or eightfold, if not more, but Li Ye only stayed in the First Branch Factory's exhibition area for half a day before slipping away.
If anyone asked, he said he was conducting market research, but in truth, he had gone to find Wen Leyu and take her shopping.
To a certain extent, Niu Hongzhang had not wronged Li Ye. He really had come to Shanghai to travel with his wife, but it was Sunday. Even if the Jade Emperor himself came down, he should still get to rest.
He was not like Xiao Zhu and the others, willing to earn that double overtime pay. What could anyone do about it?
When Li Ye arrived at Wen Leyu's place, he found that his little wife had long since dressed up and was waiting for him.
The moment he saw Wen Leyu wearing a ponytail again, the smile on Li Ye's face became impossible to suppress.
Ever since Wen Leyu had been promoted over the past two years, she had rarely worn a ponytail, because it was not dignified enough.
It had to be said that some rules in government agencies and companies were simply antiquated. As long as you held a leadership position, even if you were only in your twenties, you had to put on the air of Abbess Miejue.
Making sixteen-year-old Zhou Zhiruo pretend to be Abbess Miejue—wasn't that utterly devoid of conscience?
When Wen Leyu saw Li Ye, she asked with an amused smile, "What are you grinning foolishly about?"
Li Ye reached out and tugged on Wen Leyu's ponytail, then said softly, "I once heard a little story.
Someone asked Buddha how to find the person