Yan Jingting knocked on the desk and asked indifferently, "What kind of photo?"
Sitting on the couch, Chu Zhiyi straightened up as soon as the president finished mentioning the photo she had sent to Yan Jingting. Seeing the president's anxious and guilty expression, she faintly felt that she knew what he was about to say.
Sure enough, the sweating president stammered in the chilly November weather, "It's... a photo of a girl in a dress, too blurry, I didn't see clearly."
Chu Zhiyi was stunned.
She pulled out her phone, opened the gallery, and walked straight toward the president with a photo of a girl in a poufy dress that looked very much like a little girl.
"Is this the one you're talking about?"
The president immediately nodded, "Yes, yes, that's the one!"
Chu Zhiyi: "..."
