"Why don't you eat? I'll share one with you!" Cherish Turner said softly, taking a rice ball and handing it to him.
William Griffith's gaze fixed on her, "I'd rather eat something else."
His expression was so serious, with no hint of teasing, but his words sounded ambiguous. Cherish's ears turned slightly red, and she withdrew her hand awkwardly. Not knowing what to say, she simply stopped talking. She turned her head to glance out the car window, not looking at him. His reflection, however, faintly surfaced in her eyes.
They didn't finish work until nearly eleven o'clock that night.
They visited forty-three employees and successfully brought all forty-three back to their posts.