Tilly Flower sat there and chuckled softly.
Norris Moore frowned, raised her eyes to look at the young and polite man in front of her, lowered her head and stirred her fruit tea: "Not going."
"Miss Moore, don't make things difficult for me." The other party smiled helplessly, "I'm just an employee, if I can't bring you over, President Smith will take it out on me."
Norris Moore took a sip of tea, curled her lips with disdain: "What does his anger have to do with me?" She spoke lazily, "If he calls me, I'll go, are we on good terms?"
"Miss Moore..."
"Not going."
"..." The assistant sighed, looking towards Tilly Flower for help.
Tilly Flower shook the glass in her hand, smiling innocently: "Don't look at me, I'm on Norris's side. If he wants to invite her, he should come in person for it to be sincere, right?"
"President Smith is busy with official business and can't make it. Miss Moore, please trouble yourself to move a little, it will only take a moment."
