"Go to the finance department tomorrow to collect your salary!"
With that, Lu Ming grabbed Jing Yiren and strode off.
"...?" The director stood frozen in bewilderment. Was he just fired?
President Lu! Did you have to be so ruthless? All he did was show just a tiny hint of disrespect toward your wife! He was, after all, a senior employee of the company...
They left Golden Age.
Lu Ming held Jing Yiren's hand as they walked along the asphalt road under the dim light of the streetlamps, heading toward the parking lot.
Once they reached the car, Lu Ming opened the backseat door.
Suddenly, without warning, he lifted Jing Yiren into his arms, placed her inside, and shut the door.
"..." Jing Yiren appeared a little dazed. She didn't understand why Lu Ming would sit in the backseat.
As soon as she began to wonder about it, the next second, Lu Ming abruptly pulled her tightly into his embrace.
