Meanwhile, Lian Jing was sitting at the head of a conference table. He looked down at his cell phone and suddenly laughed. Although he did not laugh loudly, but it shocked the Manager, who was trembling as he made his report.
He looked at the President's assistant, Zhong Xin, as if asking for help. He was in his forties, but Lian Jing's laugh had frightened him so badly that he began to sweat profusely. He suspected that he had said something wrong in his report.
Zhong Xin coughed softly and gave the Manager an assuring look, gesturing for him to continue.
His President's ice-cold expression would not thaw because of this bald man in his forties. Looking at the President's smug expression, it was obvious that he had seen something related to Miss Shen!
The meeting gradually came to an end. The group of people talked until they were nearly hoarse, but Lian Jing only nodded.
