That sort of question is just going to fuel that terrible little self-satisfied expression on his face. You should know better, An Zhe.

He couldn't stop himself any longer, though, from the forbidden workplace affection. Lu Feng leaned the rest of the way in to press a kiss to An Zhe's forehead in lieu of an actual answer. The terrible man he was.

"I'll be nearby," he assured him, before pulling back and popping that chocolatey egg in his mouth.