Xu He and Xia Yuzheng had just returned from the tarmac, and the car safely stopped when Wang Dahai jogged to the back door to open it for them.
As the door swung open, he shook the lady's specific cashmere shawl, "The wind is strong outside, Ma'am. Be careful not to catch a cold."
Just as he was about to drape it over Xu He, Xia Yuzheng coughed and glared at Wang Dahai, taking the shawl from his hands and gently placing it on Xu He's shoulders with a tender voice, "Xiaohe, it's windy outside, be careful not to catch a cold."
Wang Dahai: "??
Weren't those his lines?
Xu He chuckled, taking the shawl as Wang Dahai received a stern look from Xia Yuzheng, his fingers gloomily picking at the car window.
Ever since Mr. Xia warned him last time, more than half a year had passed, and throughout that time he'd been diligent and eager to impress. Yet, Mr. Xia still seemed dissatisfied with him.
