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In the quiet bar, as the singer finished a song, Fu Jing's respectful address of "President Jiang" slipped into the lull.
This caused the group of young people sitting nearby to open their mouths in surprise.
Seeing this, Jiang Lin raised his hand to signal restraint and spoke in an easygoing manner, "After work hours, no need to be so formal."
On hearing this, Fu Jing gave a slight smile, nodded her head lightly, and said, "Yes."
Shortly after, the two of them took their seats. Jiang Lin called over a waiter to order a cocktail and looked towards Fu Jing. Out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed the cigarette butts in the ashtray, and his eyes flickered slightly, "It's been two months since you came to C City, and we haven't really had a chance to talk."
Fu Jing's smile remained, her hand resting on her knee tightening slightly. She exchanged pleasantries with a light smile, "You're very busy with your affairs; I was afraid of disturbing you."
