"My son just scribbled that."
"Dad." Bobo ran in from outside, as if he heard his father call his name.
Short and chubby, he stood before the blackboard, more than a meter shorter than the abominable, inappropriate stick figure.
Looking at Yu Jingting who was talking nonsense, Suizi seemed to read a line from his face: Don't believe in rumors, don't spread rumors.
It felt even more awkward...
"Let's talk business." Suizi took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to go wipe the blackboard.
She told herself to keep calm, the more she tried to hide it, the more conspicuous it would become. She needed to ignore the embarrassment.
"Suizi, you are a straightforward person, so I'll say it bluntly. I want to buy shares".
"Don't you already own some shares of the roller rink?" Yu Jingting understood his intention but didn't expose it.
Everyone in the room pretended to be confused even though they understood clearly.
