In the bedroom.
Wen Ruan pressed her lips together, looked at Secretary Jin, and tried to keep her tone as steady as possible.
"Director Jin—uh—Wei Xiao, Su Yu brought me over from Yancheng, and all my luggage is still at her place. I'd better go back with her tonight and not bother you at your place. When I have time later, I'll make a proper visit, and I can see Zhang Yan too."
After Su Yu heard that, her eyes immediately curved into two crescent moons, her whole body radiating smugness.
She tightened her arm around Wen Ruan's waist, hugging her even closer, then lifted her chin slightly. "Did you hear that?"
Secretary Jin glanced at her and pouted. "You have to fight me for everything. Aren't you childish?"
"You're always calling other people childish, so I guess you must be the most mature one here." Su Yu's eyes shimmered as she blinked with a full-on green-tea air. "How about I stop calling you big sister and just call you Auntie Jin instead? It sounds more affectionate."
Secretary Jin's expression did not change. "Sure. Then the next time you see Tang Song, remember to call him uncle."
"Hehe, I haven't called him uncle before, but I really have called him plenty of other, more special names."
Wen Ruan couldn't resist and burst out laughing with a "pfft."
These two were way too amusing.
Usually, each was colder than the other, harder to mess with than the other. Outside, they were both the type with maxed-out presence, people no strangers dared approach.
So how did they become like two elementary school students the moment they got together?
How could they blurt out such childish things?
She felt the filters in her eyes had already shattered all over the floor with a