Leh Ying thought silently to herself, Liang Wenye doted on the other person so much that he always made people around him mistake her for his girlfriend.
Considering this, she wondered what she must represent in Xu Jingxi's eyes. Surely, it wasn't a respectable title.
Both fell silent.
Xu Jingxi, calm and unhurried, lifted his eyes, his long finger with a platinum ring resting on his chin, watching the listing ceremony inside the trading center with tepid interest.
The bell rang, marking the start of trading.
After a moment, Xu Jingxi asked leisurely, "Not talking?"
A rustling sound accompanied by a flustered voice of a young girl came through, "My paint has spilled."
Xu Jingxi raised an eyebrow, "Get Chen Yuandong up here to clean it up."
Leh Ying switched on the loudspeaker and put down her phone.
