Fan Zhexiu held the person in his arms tightly, smiling with affection. "Here to pick you up after work." He reached out and gently rubbed Gemma Bessemer's head, his movements incredibly tender. Tang Wu, standing nearby, seeing the scene before her, tactfully said, "Director, I'll head back first." "See you at the company tomorrow." Then she quickly left. Gemma Bessemer turned her head to look at Tang Wu, thought for a moment, and called out to her retreating figure, "Get some good rest when you get home." After all, Tang Wu had stayed with her at the company for so long, and it wasn't just once or twice. Even if someone had a heart of steel, it would soften. In the distance, Tang Wu paused for a moment but didn't turn around. She simply waved her hand and continued walking. Fan Zhexiu helped Gemma Bessemer into the car, buckled her seatbelt, and then smiled, "It seems you're quite satisfied with your assistant." Gemma Bessemer's eyes curved
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