Being alone was unavoidable, since Shen Zhiyi had work. She nodded with a smile and boldly stroked Chairman Pei's head.
"Yes, it's tough on Mr. Pei."
Pei Yu then reached for her hand that rested on top of his head, contemplating briefly, "Miss Shen, are you in need of an assistant?"
Shen Zhiyi paused, catching his drift, and held back a laugh, "Mr. Pei is too expensive, I can't afford him."
Sometimes, she found him amusingly contradictory: his expression was cool and indifferent, but all his actions were clingy, and she was out of her depth.
"It's for free," Pei Yu kissed her wrist, "Miss Shen can repay me in kind."
"Hey," said the speaker in all earnestness, but the listener felt embarrassed for him. Shen Zhiyi pulled her hand away, forbidding him from touching her, "No way."
She wasn't going to fall for his trick.