"Love?"
Xiaoliu hadn't expected to hear the word "love" from Jiang Ni's mouth, especially in connection with Qin Jijing.
In her impression, people of their high-standing background seemed too far removed from the word "love."
In their life trajectories, there didn't seem to be an option for it. It was as if they were born without the ability to love.
For them, talking about love was just too childish.
Jiang Ni took off her coat, and Xiaoliu, a beat too slow, stepped forward to take it, "I'm sorry, Mr. Xiaojiang, I was distracted."
"It's alright, I can do it myself." Jiang Ni smiled. "I'm not armless. It's not like we're at the company, no need to be so formal."
Xiaoliu didn't feel formal, quite the opposite. It was precisely because Jiang Ni was so kind to her that she momentarily lost her sense of propriety, forgetting that the person in front of her was her boss, and even daring to criticize her boss's partner in front of her boss.