"Weren't those days of having breakfast with me an experience of life? Why are you still tagging along, President Pei? Aren't you afraid of getting a stomach ache?" Qu Fulan teased him.
She had been busy with work lately, sometimes coming home late at night, and waking up late in the morning. His regular schedule didn't always allow him to pick her up on time. Besides, he had his own work. So, it was the fourth day since he last delivered food, and they met again when she was about to have breakfast.
Pei Jian stopped the car and didn't take her teasing to heart, "Occasional indulgence is never an issue, just like how your life has been hectic and irregular lately, but that's only temporary. This is not the life you want."
Certainly not. Who wants to live an irregular life? Who wouldn't want to make big money while lying flat? But that requires waiting for her career to be on track before she can relax.
