"Jing Si has left."
"Oh."
"Come over and talk to me. Let the servants handle those things!"
"I've already finished." Secretary Song came over and sat down beside her.
An Jia glanced at him, reached out, and held his big hand, "My Xiu is really capable, he can do anything."
Not to mention how impressive he is outside, at home, he can even manage these household chores with such order.
She can't even do that.
Secretary Song listened to her somewhat proud tone and smiled.
An Jia said, "Are you a little jealous of me?"
"Jealous of you for what?"
"Jealous of my great judgment."
She looked at him smugly.
Secretary Song gazed at her playful appearance, reached out, and tidied her hair, "Yes, jealous to death."
She reached out, hugged him, and asked, "When are you going back?"
"Going back?" Secretary Song was puzzled.
