"Why?"
After Shu Ling asked, she clicked her tongue. "Forget it, we're like fish on the chopping board now, waiting to be slaughtered…"
"Speaking of fish." Jiang Xuyan was confused. "Qingyou, where did you get this fried fish? And Zhizhi, I haven't seen it all day!"
"The fish was prepared by the kitchen. Zhizhi doesn't eat cat food."
Song Qingyou answered one by one, "Zhizhi probably isn't interested in my recording, so he's been lying in the pocket of my desk in the classroom."
As Jiang Zhihan listened to their conversation, he buried his head in his fish and ignored Song Qingyou's hand that occasionally reached over to touch his head.
In fact, it wasn't that he wasn't interested in Song Qingyou recording a show.
He was happy to be with Song Qingyou all day long.
The problem was that there was too much work accumulated. Fang Yan could not make all the decisions. He could only race against time to deal with it.
