Long Linger suddenly stopped, turned around to look at Xie Wan, her eyes slightly narrowed, "What do you mean?"
"I don't mean anything." Xie Wan laughed pleasantly, her hands behind her back, turning in a small circle in her high heels behind Long Linger. Her eyes always carried a hint of schadenfreude.
"Then why did you just say I argued with Yeh Huang?"
Long Linger felt a bit depressed; is unhappiness written so obviously on her face?
Xie Wan covered her mouth with a laugh, "Miss Long, I was just guessing casually. The house is so close, only a three-minute walk to have lunch with his wife, yet he didn't. That says something. We're all adults, we understand."
Long Linger took a deep breath, "He's the President, he's so busy, of course he doesn't have time, but whether he comes home to eat seems irrelevant to you."
