Ming Jing wanted to read in the afternoon, and Ye Zhen and Liu Muxue went out shopping together.
As soon as the two left, Zheng Qing arrived.
Smelling the lingering hotpot scent in the room, she looked at Ming Jing with some resentment: "You had hotpot without me."
Ming Jing sat on a sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window, with a thin blanket over her knees and a book in her hands, flipping through it leisurely.
Zheng Qing walked over and glanced at the cover, raising an eyebrow: "Wind on the Clouds? So this is the book you had me spend a fortune on for the copyright. I didn't know you had a dream of martial arts."
Ming Jing smiled, her gaze shifting from the book to the high-rise buildings outside the window.
"Flame still has a funding gap of two hundred million. You should fill it."
Zheng Qing picked an orange from the fruit plate, peeled it, and popped a slice into her mouth. She jumped onto the storage cabinet by the balcony with one leg bent, exuding an indescribable charm.
