The two women walked toward the box. Ji Ziming and Bi Zheng were talking about something and their voices were anxious. One of the men was anxious while the other was calm. The more one wanted to explain, the more patient the other was as he waited for the other to explain.
"So, do you understand the importance of this box?"
Bi Zheng said a lot. Ji Ziming, who was sitting on the chair, looked at the two boxes in front of him. They were so dark that one could not see the exact structure of them. Although Bi Zheng's mouth was dry from explaining, Ji Ziming, who was sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed, looked so cold that Bi Zheng could not help but grit his teeth in anger.
"CEO Ji, can't you understand me?"
"Why does it sound so vague to me? I know exactly what you're talking about. Ever since I entered this room, I've been thinking that there's nothing I want to know about this box. Is there anything you don't want to explain to me?"
