Work hours were over.
Qiao En glanced at the time, deliberately delaying for half an hour before heading downstairs. During that time, Zhou Jin'an had sent several messages, which she read with a mere glance and did not reply to.
Sure enough, when Qiao En reached the underground parking lot, Zhou Jin'an was already waiting at the elevator entrance.
"Wife, why did you work overtime again?"
His face showed concern as he approached Qiao En, taking her handbag and tenderly supporting her arm.
"Just a bit busy with work."
Qiao En responded perfunctorily.
She sensitively noticed that Zhou Jin'an was hiding something from her, what it was specifically he hadn't said, nor had she intended to guess, but she was ready to probe indirectly, prompting him to open up.
"Not in a good mood?"
In the car, Zhou Jin'an looked at Qiao En. From the moment he had seen her, she hadn't shown a trace of a smile.
"No."
"Then are you too tired? When we get home, I'll give you a full-body massage."