Checking the time, it was already twelve o'clock. How could we not see Jiang Zhenghai returning the phone to himself? What was keeping him so busy, it was truly frustrating, there was no need to keep him starving, his back facing those willing to appear.
He rarely gave generously. Jiang Zhenghai didn't know how to cherish it. He didn't know when he would want Yin Xiaofan to invite him for a meal again.
Although Jiang Zhenghai hadn't responded yet, it was already noon. Whatever Jiang Zhenghai was busy with, he should continue being busy.
Yin Xiaofan began walking back. Perhaps when he returned to Jiang Zhenghai's office, he might catch sight of Jiang Zhenghai.
"Peas, Peas, wake up, what's wrong with you? Don't scare your mother," a young woman cried anxiously, accompanied by a five-year-old child.
