The meeting concluded.
The department managers who were in attendance fled in haste.
Cheng Ruowei, holding Di Jinye's suit jacket, stood up, intending to catch up to him.
However, her high heels were rubbing painfully against her heels, and she suddenly staggered, rushing into Di Jinye's back and grabbing onto him tightly to steady herself.
"Sorry, I just wanted to give you your jacket back."
Cheng Ruowei slightly furrowed her brows unseen, clearly in discomfort from her feet.
Di Jinye took the jacket, glanced at her, and said in a low voice, "I have an international video conference later, so you don't need to follow me. Go rest after you eat, but don't leave the office, as I haven't given you permission to off work yet."
"Aren't you going to eat? That's how you get stomach problems."
Cheng Ruowei touched her stomach, indeed feeling hungry.