After speaking, she saw Shen Jinci not saying anything, and blinked nervously, "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"
"No, Yueyue, you've spoken well," Shen Jinci smiled softly and said, "Go on, I'll wait for your good news."
Only then did Bian Yue's smile become more genuine; she pecked Shen Jinci's cheek affectionately with a drawn-out teasing tone, "Tonight, my treat for dinner."
"Okay."
"No, it might be a midnight snack."
"Okay."
Bian Yue pinched Shen Jinci's face, as uninhibited as a child, asking, "Got any other words to say?"
Shen Jinci smiled, took Bian Yue's hand in his, kissed her palm, and said softly, "Whatever you say is fine."
By the time Bian Yue arrived at Fengcheng Group, Li Tingmo had already prepared all the collaborations; stacks of documents covered the table, evidently ready long ago.
Fengcheng Group was now desolate; as Bian Yue went upstairs from the lobby, she didn't see a single person.
