Jiang Rourou, with a slight curl of her lips, remained unmoved. She idly played with a small ornament nearby and said casually,
"Does waiting around to meet my maker count... Just kidding, don't be so serious. I've always been a relaxed person by nature, and I don't like jobs that tie me down. Like you, spending all day in the office—definitely not my thing. If you ask me about something I'm interested in, does liking to watch movies count?"
Zhan Bingxue looked somewhat speechless at the woman before her. As a top tycoon worth 130 billion, she had far too many things to handle, like the pile of documents waiting on her desk to be processed right now.
Every minute she wasted now meant one less minute of rest in the evening.
However, upon recalling the big boss's instructions, despite feeling extremely reluctant, Zhan Bingxue didn't dare to go against his wishes. So, after a slight pause, she rose gently to her feet and said,
