The female secretary didn't notice Xia Xinyu either. She quickly walked over to He Yizheng. After a sweet "Mr. He," came a series of coquettish exclamations.
Before long, the exclamations turned into soft murmurs.
The man's heavy breathing also followed into her ears.
As Xia Xinyu listened, she could even imagine what they were doing, what positions, and what He Yizheng would say. Because she had an uncountable past with this man.
She vaguely remembered that He Yizheng had once pressed her against the desk as well.
A layer of vague and indifferent smile appeared on Xia Xinyu's face. She quickly lost interest in eavesdropping and quietly left the office.
...
In the afternoon, He Jingyao held his son, teaching him to read and write. After teaching, he set Xiaobao aside and let him lie on his stomach to read by himself.
Then he sat on the sofa in the living room, unusually picking up the laptop to check his emails over the past few days.
