Jiang's mother's inner worrisome impulse began to stir again.
"President, if you miss Madam, why not send her a message? It's lunchtime in Z Country now, so it won't disturb her," Jiang Hao couldn't help but say.
Just when he thought he had prepared himself to receive his boss's cold gaze, he saw Lu Moqing casually put down his mobile phone and say, "No need, I don't miss her that much."
As he spoke, he picked up the documents and started reading again.
Jiang Hao: "..."
Will you die if you don't act so proud!? Ah! Will you die?
At that moment, half a world away in City C, Z Country, Qiao Xu had just finished dealing with the documents for the day and felt her stomach growling.
Looking up at the secretary's brought-in lunch, which had already gone cold, she sighed, picked up the meal box, and opened it. However, for some reason, she had lost her appetite for her usual lunch.
