Careful observation revealed that his fingertips seemed worn, with one or two even displaying what looked like dried blood.
A pang struck Zhou Yu's heart as she inhaled a cool breath: She hadn't expected this man to take even minor tasks for others so seriously, so seriously that she felt a sense of guilt.
That's true, the nourishing almond porridge made every day in the winter—and not watered down like in some shops—was surely not easy to prepare, was it?
People in the law firm called her a she-demon, and at that moment, she admitted it, decisively recognizing the severity and mistakes of the situation. She should have known earlier that this man took every little task and job very seriously, never understanding what it meant to do things half-heartedly or to be irresponsible.
"Come in with me." Zhou Yu glanced at Wen Shixuan's fingers with a complex look, leading the way into her office.
