Song Lingling nodded blankly, "Okay...."
Jing Yijun started working, carefully reviewing all the materials needed for the meeting.
He was highly efficient; in less than ten minutes, he finished reviewing a thick stack of documents.
He closed the folder and handed it to Secretary Chen, who took it and asked, "Young Master, would you like coffee or milk tea?"
Jing Yijun glanced at Song Lingling, "Coffee with milk."
Secretary Chen nodded, "Alright."
As he turned to leave, he gave Song Lingling another glance.
Once Secretary Chen had left, Song Lingling suddenly moved forward, staring at Jing Yijun in surprise, "This company... Are you...?"
Why did it feel like he was the real boss of this company?
Jing Yijun got up and walked over, gently ruffling her hair, speaking softly, "Let's go to the conference room."
"Jing Yijun, are you the owner of this company?" Song Lingling asked.
"Yes."
