Huh?
Has Han Jingnian lost his mind? She had hinted so obviously, and he still didn't get it?
Xia Wan'an looked around the table, then picked up a pen and paper, wrote the four words "Eat Golden Throat" and then pushed the paper to Han Jingnian.
Han Jingnian took a lazy glance at the words on the paper, then shifted his gaze back to Zhang Te on the computer screen who was giving a work report.
Xia Wan'an blinked. So, after all this, it wasn't that he didn't understand her, but that he didn't want to eat Golden Throat?
Was it because he was too busy with the video conference?
Xia Wan'an's beautiful, bewildering eyes turned in her sockets. Then she picked up a Golden Throat lozenge and held it to Han Jingnian's mouth, saying ah.
In the computer, the sound of Zhang Te speaking paused for a few seconds before continuing.
As Xia Wan'an's finger got close to Han Jingnian's lips, Han Jingnian casually glanced at the Golden Throat on her fingertip and then dodged.
