Yu Qiao Qiao's words didn't take root in Chen Yan's heart.
His very bones may harbor the chauvinism typical of Qindong men, who prefer to handle everything on their own and then simply let their women enjoy life.
So, he smiled and then denied again, "Qiao Qiao, don't worry about nothing. I'm really fine."
Yu Qiao Qiao still had her doubts, but seeing the earnest look on Chen Yan's face, she chose to somewhat believe him.
And so, the two of them continued their conversation as they walked toward Yu Qiao Qiao's home.
On the way, Chen Yan didn't share the issues he was facing, but he did talk about many amusing work-related anecdotes.
Yu Qiao Qiao was a great listener.
Her demure nature and dislike for contention were most apparent during conversations.
Because whenever Chen Yan spoke, she would close her mouth and listen, saying nothing more.
So, all along the way, it was almost entirely Chen Yan speaking and her listening.
