The next day.
When it was finally time to leave work, Chen Yang got up to go.
However, Zhou Yufei seemed to have been prepared. She appeared in front of him like a phantom, her arms crossed. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Work's over. Of course I'm going home!"
"We're having dinner together tonight!" Zhou Yufei's tone was firm, leaving no room for argument. Then she added, "My treat!"
"Not going!"
Zhou Yufei's eyes widened. "This is an order!"
"To hell with your order!" Chen Yang said bluntly. "Today is my wife's birthday. It wouldn't matter even if you put a gun to my head!"
"You..."
Chen Yang paid her no more mind and stormed out. He still had to go home and cook; he had no time to waste on her.
Watching Chen Yang's retreating figure, Zhou Yufei's gaze was complex. A mixture of emotions churned inside her as she let out a self-mocking smile. "Today is also my birthday," she murmured.
With a deep sigh, she walked into her office, looking somewhat forlorn.
