Jiang Mingxu finally showed his fatigue in the car with a languid gaze. He leaned against the car door and closed his eyes slightly.
Two transnational flights in a day, and he even had to discuss business. Even a man as strong as iron would be tired.
Song Wei asked him curiously, "Didn't you go to Japan today? Why did you suddenly fly back? Just to keep an eye on me to prevent me from causing trouble?"
Lifting his eyelids, Jiang Mingxu glanced at her coldly. "What do you think?"
Song Wei said, "It looks like I guessed right. Director Jiang, you are really conscientious. For the sake of the Jiang family's reputation, you are willing to go out of your way to shuttle back and forth."
Jiang Mingxu closed his eyes, obviously not wanting to listen to such flattery.
