Mr. Quan, Please Take a Number to Win Your Wife Back

"What's on your schedule today, Mr. Quan?"

"Work." Quan He had one hand in his pocket and the other holding his phone to his ear, his brow furrowed.

Secretary Jia looked thoroughly disgusted and muttered under his breath, "If you're not single, then who is?"

Quan He glanced at him. "Want me to give you a day off?"

"You're brilliant, Mr. Quan." Jia seemed to have figured out how this went and didn't hesitate for a second.

"Get lost."

"Ah, si ah, mi, na, that one lives so high~" Jia sang the song he'd made up as he bounced away.

A few minutes later, Quan He hung up and turned around. Raising an eyebrow, he thought, Well, look at that. He really did get lost. Quite obedient, too.