"Alright, I got it." Su Nian nodded in acknowledgment.
This was the first time Su Nian had attended a board meeting, and she was doing so as the chairman. It was inevitable that she was a bit nervous. After taking a few sips of water, she glanced playfully at Zheng Haoyu, "Zheng Haoyu, tell me a joke."
"..." The corner of Zheng Haoyu's mouth twitched. He was no comedian, but seeing her so anxious, he quietly took out his phone to search for a joke. He tapped on the screen a few times, looked up at Su Nian, and then cleared his throat.
Su Nian turned to look at him; Zheng Haoyu put his phone aside and pulled her into his arms, speaking leisurely: "One day, a house caught fire. The mother and father managed to escape, but their son was still inside."
"The mother shouted anxiously from outside the house: 'Son...what are you doing...The house is on fire, come out...'"
"And the son replies, 'I'm putting on my socks...'"
