Ji Chengzhou's gaze flickered slightly, and the friend request on the screen had only one sentence: "I am Sang Qian."
He withdrew his gaze, "Your freedom."
Li Jinyan nodded and accepted the friend request, wondering whether or not to send a greeting, when a message came from the other party.
[Brother Yan, are you free now? I'm in the lobby downstairs of your company. If it's convenient, can we meet?]
Li Jinyan handed the phone back to Ji Chengzhou, "How should I reply?"
Ji Chengzhou glanced at the message, his brow faintly furrowed in an almost imperceptible manner, and he turned his head to instruct Shen Ming, "Let's go."
Shen Ming pushed Ji Chengzhou towards the office door.
Li Jinyan stood still, smiling at Ji Chengzhou's retreating figure, then looked down at the message, [Wait a moment, we are coming down now.]
At the other end, Sang Qian received the message and furrowed her brow in confusion.
We?
What does that mean?
