Jiang Ye felt a sudden relief, as if a huge stone had vanished all at once.
"Hehe, I knew my wife understood me best."
Great, the brown-nosing had started.
Lu Jing's lips twitched a couple of times:
"Aren't you going to the front?" he asked.
He probably despised the idea.
Jiang Ye hummed:
"If you're not going, why should I? Those kinds of events are only suitable for those young people."
It's better to maintain dignity and avoid unnecessary trouble when you have a family; otherwise, you're really screwed.
Lu Jing couldn't help wanting to laugh, hearing that from Jiang certainly had a certain flavor.
Then suddenly he said:
"Then you enjoy yourself, I'm going to watch the performance at the front!"
This was the first time Lu Jing was seeing the performance live, and besides, a few colleagues were still there. He couldn't just abandon them, could he?
Upon hearing this, Jiang Ye raised his eyebrows, his tone sour:
