Young Master Song himself put on an eye mask and closed his eyes to listen to her read.
It was as if he wasn't concerned at all about Jing Qiao, almost as though the documents were not about some multi-digit business trade secrets but rather ordinary readings.
So much so, that Jing Qiao really did read a lot, sometimes the terms were too unfamiliar, she didn't know where to stress and would hesitate and read it wrong, the man would then pinch her waist, and with a deep, low voice, slowly correct her.
After a few times, Jing Qiao got it.
Just like swimming or riding a bike, once learned, it's never forgotten.
And it seemed that this memory… could not be forgotten either.
With Su Lu's and Jing Qiao's help, the backlog of work Su Zhe held in his hands had been mostly dealt with by midday.
"Alright, I'll take you to lunch," Su Zhe stretched lazily.
Su Lu, however, hesitated a bit, "Uh, maybe… let's not."
