"It's too late, you've already swallowed it."
Cheng Ruowei couldn't help but smile, seeing that Di Jinye's expression had softened, she tentatively softened her tone, "Mr. Di, I have to go to work at the company tomorrow morning, you wouldn't want to cause Secretary Cheng to be late, would you?"
If Di Jinye disagreed, it would probably be very difficult for her to leave the car.
"That's true, I should let my Secretary Cheng go home to rest."
Di Jinye was coaxed because she took initiative to approach him.
Then, he released his arms and lazily watched as Cheng Ruowei quickly stood up, grabbed her shopping bag, and dashed out of the car.
It turned out that Di Jinye did indeed prefer a softer approach over a hard one, just that many times, Cheng Ruowei didn't want to act coquettish and curry favor in front of him.
Meanwhile.
The balcony on the 17th floor was directly opposite the apartment's main entrance.