"What about this? Want some?"
Sun Binghe nodded. "Buy it."
He had barely finished speaking when a surprised, tentative voice called out, "Assistant Yang? Assistant Sun?"
Yang Bin looked up, then smiled. "Director Wang?"
Wang Qingshu was the finance director of Hengtai's second-largest subsidiary and regularly dealt with both Yang Bin and Sun Binghe. Usually a polished professional in a black skirt suit, today she wore jeans and a white T-shirt, her long, wavy hair loose. Yang Bin had almost failed to recognize her.
With Yang Bin blocking the view, Sun Binghe immediately dropped his languid posture. By the time he greeted Wang Qingshu, his back was perfectly straight.
Too late, Assistant Sun! I saw everything! Wang Qingshu screamed inwardly.
She didn't dare let any of it show on her face, though. Assistant Sun might always put "ladies first," but he was also notorious for holding grudges. Wang Qingshu wasn't about to risk it.
"What a coincidence. Even you two special assistants go grocery shopping?"
Yang Bin chuckled. "Come on, Director Wang. We're only human."
You two are only human? Wang Qingshu thought. When has the man behind you ever attended a company-wide meeting without leaving everyone trembling?
"It's my day off, so I came to hang out with my best friend. We didn't feel like eating out, so we decided to cook at home."
Yang Bin said, "Same here. Want to join us?"
"No, no." Ignoring her best friend's frantic pokes from behind, Wang Qingshu firmly declined. "We've got girl talk that isn't meant for your ears. We're pretty much done shopping, so we'll get going. Goodbye, Assistant Yang. Goodbye, Assistant Sun."
Sun Binghe said, "All right. Goodbye."
Only once they were far away did Wang Qingshu's best friend dare raise her voice. "What's wrong with you? Those two