Ji Anning suddenly understood, her eyes glistening with emotion.
Qi Helian, oh Qi Helian, your great kindness and virtue, I truly can never repay.
...
Early in the morning, the entire building of J.C seemed to be shrouded in a thick haze.
Everywhere, the atmosphere was dead and gloomy.
Ji Chicheng's tall and upright figure stood at the door of the top management's office, his face cold and somber, watching the woman who was walking towards him with a slight smile.
Assistant Wu stood next to him, not daring to make a sound, while other staff in the board office kept their heads down, not daring to even blink.
"Mr. Ji, we meet again." The woman walked up to Ji Chicheng and gracefully extended her right hand.
Her white shirt, black pencil skirt, and stockings made her legs look particularly long and flawless, and her fair hand and nails were impeccably smooth.
