Zhao Yingjun was amused to laughter.
She looked at Ji Lin:
"President Chu Shanhe personally invited you to the banquet... Surely you don't fail to recognize even his daughter, do you?"
"I'm sorry, I've always been abroad and am truly unfamiliar with the situation in Donghai."
He looked up at Zhao Yingjun:
"So that being said... are you his girlfriend?"
Zhao Yingjun chuckled lightly, crossing her arms:
"Mr. Ji Lin, it's quite impolite to persistently inquire about someone else's privacy like this. Is this a common problem among mystery novel writers?"
"Indeed, many people say so. But I think... it's probably just because I'm naturally more curious."
"Well, too bad for you since your curiosity will be disappointed," Zhao Yingjun said as she sat down in her chair again.
She took a sip of her red wine, looked at Lin Xian and Chu Anqing laughing and moving through the dance floor, and shook her head:
"I'm just his boss."
...
On the second floor.
