"Ah, I still have work; I can't leave now."
"No need to wait for me, I don't even know how long I'll have to work; it might be very late. Go ahead and eat."
"Sigh, don't bother picking me up. I've timed it, I should be able to catch the last subway and get home safely. Okay, enough talking, I'm hanging up now, goodbye."
Even Bai Yixuan, as mild-tempered and amiable as he was, was getting a bit impatient. After Ling Chuxia hung up the phone, he complained, "Xiaxia, how is it that you, an assistant, are busier than me, the general manager?"
Ling Chuxia seemed to choke up for a moment, unsure of how to respond.
Bai Yixuan suddenly had a thought, his dark eyes growing intense. Speaking into the phone, word by word, he began, "Xiaxia, tell me, is someone bullying you? Are they intentionally dumping all the work on you?"
He understood that newcomers were often bullied; this was something he wasn't oblivious to.
