Mr. Chen raised his glass humorously and then put his hand down.
Mr. Lin raises his glass to Jing Haohao: "Miss Jing, a toast to you."
Jing Haohao avoids Mr. Lin's naked gaze, casually raises her glass, and clinks it with Mr. Lin, "Mr. Lin, to you."
After the drink, Jing Haohao still maintains the same posture as before, focusing on the delicious food in front of her.
Mr. Lin occasionally turns his head to ask Jing Haohao some questions, every time he speaks, he leans very close to her, making Jing Haohao feel uncomfortable.
Fearing that she might offend Mr. Lin and lose her job, Jing Haohao has no choice but to keep her distance and cope with him.
"Miss Jing, how long have you been working under Mr. Chen?" After toasting with a president next to him, Mr. Lin turns his head and with a lingering gaze at Jing Haohao's fair and delicate neck.
Jing Haohao smiled politely and slightly moved to the side to avoid Mr. Lin's gaze: "A little over a month."
