Chen Ziming irritably pushed away the takeout bag she lifted in mid-air, "I have work to do, no time to entertain you. You should go back!"
Ji Jing was not willing to leave, so she shamelessly followed him in, "Oh my, who made our Mr. Chen unhappy? Tell me, I'll help you vent your anger so that they can neither live nor die!"
Chen Ziming sneered disdainfully. If Ji Jing really had that kind of skill, why would he be so troubled?
"Okay, calm down!" Ji Jing placed the bag on the coffee table and helped him sit down on the sofa, then stood behind him massaging his shoulders, "Let me help you relax, then you can have some shrimp and take a good nap..."
Leaning against the back of the sofa, Chen Ziming pondered in silence.
Ji Jing washed her hands and opened the shrimp she brought, feeding it to his mouth, "I know you must be upset about the Mu Corporation again, right? Mu Tianye and his people are planning some sort of harvest festival. Should I... help inquire a bit?"
