"Look at you... seems like you're sweating, is it hot?" An Ning took a tissue and gently wiped Manager Zhu's forehead.
Manager Zhu didn't expect such a considerate gesture from An Ning, and his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "It is a bit warm."
Ahem... initially, he wasn't hot, but when she got close, he felt flustered and his face turned red.
"Let me wipe it for you!" An Ning wiped him again.
Manager Zhu almost didn't drive properly, as a car whizzed by narrowly missing them. "Thank you, Assistant An, it's fine, the air conditioning will cool down soon, no need to bother."
An Ning smiled warmly and gently. "It's not a bother, I was just afraid the sweat on your forehead might affect your driving."
"It won't!"
An Ning took a bottle of water, opened it, and handed it to him. "Why don't you take a sip?"
Manager Zhu was nervous. "No need."
An Ning leaned over and offered to feed him water directly. "It's better if I feed you, don't drive with one hand, it's dangerous."
