"Did you just see that?"
"Mmm." Jin Fengnan nodded. "It's pretty much what I expected."
"What are you planning to do?"
In the conference room, the shareholders' meeting had just ended. Zhou Mingchen stretched and massaged his waist, yawning.
"I haven't decided yet." Jin Fengnan organized the documents beside him and stood up. "What's wrong with you? Didn't you sleep well last night?"
"Don't even mention it."
Zhou Mingchen rolled up his sleeves and lifted his arm in front of him. "Here."
Two vivid purple marks appeared, the results of tumbling down the stairs and getting caught on the railing the night before.
"Injured? And yet you still rushed over today, how dedicated." Jin Fengnan teased. "You've never been this serious about attending shareholder meetings before, often absent. What, did you come with injuries today hoping I'd give you some kind of reward?
