Watching Xiang Yimo stride away, Wang Shan could think of no more reasons to stop him from going home.
It's not as if he said he wouldn't deal with clients, he was only going home for a meal and then returning. If she were to say anything else, her ulterior motive would seem too obvious.
Zhong Lingling had already prepared the meal. She removed her apron and asked, "Xiaobing, can I just put my hair in a ponytail like this? Should I change my clothes?"
"Of course, you look beautiful no matter what, Young Mistress!" Xiaobing replied with a cheerful smile.
As six o'clock approached and Xiang Yimo still hadn't returned, Zhong Lingling became increasingly uneasy.
She wondered if she should call Xiang Yimo.
She paced back and forth, biting her thumb.
She thought that if Xiang Yimo wanted to come back, he would do so without a call from her, and if he didn't want to return, calling him would be pointless.
So, she suppressed the urge to call him.
