Barton was a little taken aback. "Is that not enough?" When the traffic light turned red, he took a sideways glance at Zoe, just in time to see a trace of despair flashing across her eyes.

"Zoe, listen to me..."

Barton seemed anxious to explain himself. Nevertheless, Zoe really wasn’t in the mood to listen to him at this moment. She smiled and said earnestly, "Mr. Xiao, I think I should make some things clear to you."

"What?"

"In fact, the salary you've given me is enough for me to live a comfortable life for the rest of my life. I don't need you to support me. I don't need it now, and I won't need it in the future," Zoe said seriously. "I'll make my own plan, so Mr. Xiao, I hope you won't interfere in my business again in the future."

"Zoe, I really have no other meaning."

"I know." The smile on her face seemed to turn even bitterer. "You never have any other meaning. It was me who overthought."

Before they realized it, they'd arrived at her house. Right after he parked the car,

ouquet in Zoe’s hands was. He scowled at her and said, "Come in with me."

Zoe put the bouquet back on her desk and then followed him into his office. The moment the door was closed, Barton roared, "What the hell is wrong with you? I asked you to come back to work. What did you do after you came back? Gossiping around? Who sent you that bouquet?"

"I..." Zoe felt really aggrieved. She really didn’t know anything about the flowers, and she couldn’t really control other people’s mouths. "It was already on my desk when I came here this morning. From what was written on the card, the sender should be Peter."

"Do you like that Peter guy so much?" He continued to give her a tongue-lashing. Right now, his mind was practically fogged by jealousy.

"Mr. Xiao, I—"

"Get out!" Barton shouted in rage. "Zoe, if you really like Peter, I won't stop you—you can leave now. However, I have to say this in advance. If you leave, you'd better not regret later because you won't have the chance to come back."