"Husband, do not sell your charm." Ji Baijian said in a grave tone, each word punctuated, and it did not seem like he was joking at all.
Song Zhizhi is speechless.
Ji Baijian, can you stop being so narcissistic?
She retorted irritably, "Who asked you to sell your charms!"
Ji Baijian would be willing to do so.
But she wasn't.
Ji Baijian stretched out his long arm and pulled Song Zhizhi into his embrace, "You don't have to worry too much, even if this project fails, it's within my expectation. Our country's IT industry has not been very developed, there hasn't been any major breakthrough in many years. This project could be an opportunity for your father to call for more resources to enhance the IT sector."
"My thoughts are the same as yours…" Song Zhizhi leaned in Ji Baijian's embrace.
But she did not dare to get too close.
Before she could finish her sentence...
Ji Baijian interrupted her, "Is that husband following wife's lead?"
