Out early and back late, have you ever seen any company's executive vice president who doesn't work overtime, doesn't entertain clients, and clocks out on time at nine-to-five every day?
"Yes, I'm at the company," Jiang Muwan nodded.
On the other side, Gu Jiangnian was silent for a moment, sitting in the back seat with his phone, lifting his hand to rub his brow and asking in a suppressed voice, "Did you meet mother and Liao Feiyi yesterday?"
It was a question. Gu Jiangnian hadn't expected Jiang Muwan to take it seriously.
But she, very seriously, nodded, hummed an acknowledgment, and added, "Not only did I see them, I also had a few words with them."
A headache.
Truly a headache.
He had agitated the shrew again.
Across the receiver, Jiang Muwan heard the bastard sigh softly, then gently call out, "Manman."
That call of Manman made Jiang Muwan's hand holding the phone pause.
She was silent for a moment.
