Chuzheng couldn't figure it out.
So, after she returned, she went straight to Jin Ning's room and turned his wheelchair, which was facing the computer, around.
Jin Ning, still holding onto the mouse, opened his lips blankly, "You..."
"Do you have a list in your hand?" she cut straight to the chase, very directly.
Jin Ning frowned and casually put down the mouse.
His tone indifferent, he asked, "What list?"
"That's my question." I also want to know what list it is that's worth the Boss of an organization's attention.
Jin Ning shook his head, "I don't know what list you're talking about."
"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it, Jin Ning," Chuzheng leaned in close, "I was just asking casually anyway."
Jin Ning: "..."
Chuzheng released the wheelchair, but Jin Ning suddenly grabbed her wrist.
Chuzheng looked down at him.
Jin Ning said nothing for a long while, then loosened his fingers, "I'm hungry."
"Mhm."
Chuzheng left the room.
