"Ji Tingyang, do you have time recently? I'd like to meet and talk with you,"
Wen Li hesitated for a long while before sending the text message to Ji Tingyang.
She had already sent four or five messages to Ji Tingyang in the past few days and had received no reply, not a trace of a response.
In the past, her messages were almost instantly replied to.
Wen Li sighed, ready to give up contacting him, when her father's messages popped up on her screen one after another.
[Lil' Li, have you made up with President Ji? The day for department layoffs is approaching, and I'm feeling quite uneasy.]
The department where Father Wen worked was performing poorly, and the leadership, aiming to improve performance, planned to lay off the employees with the worst performance next month.
