Le Qingqing finished her two fried chicken wings, and was indifferent to Jun Mo sitting at the adjacent table. At work, they were superior and subordinate but outside the office, they were unrelated. "Does Mr. Ji think he's seeing my ghost now? If I couldn't support myself, would I still be sitting here on a blind date with Mr. Ji?"
A blind date?
When Jun Mo heard Le Qingqing mention 'blind date', his eyebrows knitted together, and he immediately glared at Ji Yuanhang with a sharp and profound gaze. Did a man like this deserve Le Qingqing?
Ji Yuanhang chuckled, "That was just a metaphor. But it's fine if Miss Le's income is low, as long as mine is high." He liked it when others earned less than him; it gave him a sense of superiority and he preferred a wife who completely depended on him after marriage.
