"See you later." Shen Jiazhou picked up the briefcase that had been prepared beside him. "I'm leaving."

Wen Shuqiao nodded: "Bye-bye."

Shen Jiazhou did not move, his gaze remaining fixed on her.

Wen Shuqiao asked in confusion, "Is there anything else?"

"It's nothing." Shen Jiazhou withdrew his gaze, turned around, and now he really went out.

"Shen Jiazhou," Wen Shuqiao suddenly called out to him.

Shen Jiazhou stopped and turned slightly to look at her: "What is it?"

"You look really good in that coat." Wen Shuqiao smiled and said, "Drive safely, bye-bye."

Shen Jiazhou gave a dry "oh": "Driver will take you."

"The driver should be careful too." Wen Shuqiao glanced at the clock in the living room. "Let's hurry up and leave, it's almost time."

Shen Jiazhou hummed in agreement and walked out, carrying his briefcase.

The apartment door opened and closed again. Wen Shuqiao thought to herself, "No wonder they're uncle and nephew; they both want the same emotional value."

Inside the elevator, Shen Jiazhou watched the constantly changing numbers. As he looked, his gaze shifted to the mirror inside the elevator, where his reflection was mirrored.

He scanned himself from head to toe, and could only say that Wen Shuqiao was right; he was indeed very good-looking.

Shen Jiazhou withdrew his gaze with satisfaction. The elevator opened with a ding, and he stepped out. The driver was already waiting in the garage.

He got into the car: "Let's go."

The driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror, nodded, raised the gearshift, and started the car.

However, he wondered to himself, "The company is in complete chaos right now, so why is President Shen in such a good mood today?"

I really don't understand.