Zhang Jianing, who had been listening in, couldn't help but smile happily. The corners of her mouth curved slightly, a slope that Wang Jie couldn't see.
"Alright, alright, Mr. Handsome, I accept your apology. You're so sweet-talking that I'm almost embarrassed."
While speaking, she pulled on Wang Jie's arm, curiously looking around.
"Speaking of which, now that you're living in President Li's house, which room are you staying in?"
Wang Jie, with a face of hospitality and without any misgivings in his heart, led Zhang Jianing away from his own room.
"I'm staying in this room right now, and Auntie Shan is next door."
With a nod, Zhang Jianing quietly closed the room's door and then slowly sat down at the foot of the bed, pressing her hands up and down to feel the elasticity of the mattress.
"As expected of President Li's house, even the guest room's bed has such good elasticity. Do you want to come up and try jumping on it together?"
