Jian Xi's lips twitched. She also thought it was so cheesy! But there was no helping it.
When the high-cold male god in the eyes of others turned into a shameless clingy candy, she had nothing to do but resign herself to it!
All protests were ineffective!
"Is the company operating smoothly recently? Has Qiao Yonghui been making trouble for you again?" Nan Mufeng asked.
"He wouldn't dare!" Jian Xi raised her hand and rubbed her temple, sighing softly, "Actually, I really don't want to be some strong woman."
"Then what do you want to be?" Nan Mufeng asked.
Being born with a golden spoon and inheriting a listed company at eighteen was the dream of many. And she actually disliked it?
"I think painting and making pottery are both quite nice." Jian Xi kept sighing. She had had no time for painting lately, and the gallery had called to say that all her paintings had sold out, urging her to send over a few more as soon as possible.
