Jian Xi wasn't familiar with Song Xicheng, let alone the people around him.
But this Kevin seemed to be Song Xicheng's right-hand man.
She frowned in confusion, "What do you want?"
Song Xicheng was a lunatic, capable of doing anything, and she didn't think Kevin was here for anything good.
"Miss Jian, President Song wants to thank you, so he sent a private jet to take you back."
"No need."
Jian Xi rejected it outright without a thought.
She didn't dare accept any favors from Song Xicheng.
Kevin felt a bit awkward, "Actually, there's a small favor we need Miss Jian to help with."
Jian Xi laughed, "President Song and I are like sworn enemies, and he still wants to ask me for help? Is there something wrong with his head?"
"Miss Jian, don't say that. It clearly shows that business is business, and personal is personal. President Song still quite trusts you. It also indirectly proves his admiration for you."
