"Dorsey, are you really not going back to New York for the media interviews?" Wang Jian asked, holding his phone, "You are the founder of Twitter!"
"Ha," Dorsey laughed on the other end, "You hold the most shares, you are the founder."
"According to Tom, even your walking posture has to be corrected now?"
"Ha ha!"
Damn!
Wang Jian slammed the hang-up button and leaned back in his chair, "This image designer is just a maniac!"
But at the sound of high heels clicking "tap, tap," he quickly sat up straight.
"Mr. Wang, we should continue."
"Please, I'm just going public to stand on stage and boast to the public, do we have to be so serious?"
Wang Jian looked at the blonde-haired woman in a long dress, loudly complaining.
"I'm not Johnny Depp."
"If you were an actor, I wouldn't have accepted this invitation," Irene replied emotionlessly. "Otherwise, I could never find work in Hollywood again."
