Just then, the driver ca over, and she quickly pushed Ji Chicheng away, "Stop ssing around, the driver is here."
This guy, he’s really hitting on her anyti and anywhere now.
His values are getting more skewed, his integrity shattered more thoroughly.
Once the driver got in the car, Ji Chicheng settled down, and the car smoothly drove out of the driveway gates.
Now the sun was already in the west, and the traffic was gradually entering the peak congestion period. Ji Anning looked out the window.
A shining black rcedes S360 was on the lane next to them; Ji Mingyue’s current ride was this model.
Thinking of Ji Mingyue, Ji Anning had a sudden idea and turned to Ji Chicheng: "After we finish shopping, let’s pick up Auntie and grab dinner together. She’s probably just finished with overti by then."
Because the company had changed managent several tis recently, now that Ji Mingyue is officially taking over, she’s always got endless work, basically working overti every night.
Either earlier or later.
Ji Chicheng frowned, very much against Ji Anning’s suggestion, "You won’t be full from the al, but from her cold stares."
Ji Anning shook her head with a smile, "I’m not afraid, I’m used to it."
"Masochistic tendencies, no prospects." Ji Chicheng threw a disdainful glance at Ji Anning, then reached into his pocket for his phone.
He sent a text to Ji Mingyue.
"Your niece wants to pick you up for dinner. If you are willing to grace us, during dinner, direct any anger at , or I’m flipping the table."
She’s not afraid, but he feels for her.
His Anning, he can bully, but no one else can.
"That rascal."
In the office, Ji Mingyue was busy working with her head down. Hearing the ssage alert, she grabbed her phone, glanced at it, and seeing it was from Ji Chicheng, opened it to read the whole ssage.
After reading it, she tossed the phone onto the desk in anger, almost letting it slide to the floor.
Her face turned livid with rage.
Wu Qingsong walked in and noticed Ji Mingyue’s expression, concerned, he asked, "Miss Fourth, what happened to you?"
Ji Mingyue and Wu Qingsong talked about almost everything and wouldn’t hide anything from him, straightforwardly telling him the reason for her anger, "It’s that brat Ji Chicheng making angry again."
This was a family matter... Wu Qingsong unobtrusively sighed with relief, a faint smile appearing in his eyes.
He walked to the desk across from Ji Mingyue, placed the file folder he had in his hands on the table, and pushed it to her, "The recent progress report for Starfish has been organized."
Ji Mingyue replied with a "Hm," still puffing with anger.
Wu Qingsong looked at her, deliberating for a mont, then spoke with concern, "You’ve worked several late shifts in a row; tonight, go ho early and rest."
"Chicheng said he would pick up for dinner later, you and Uncle Wu can go ho first."
Ji Mingyue put away her angry look, looked up, and gave Wu Qingsong a slight smile.
Wu Qingsong nodded, "Alright then."
Watching Wu Qingsong’s departing back, Ji Mingyue suddenly thought of sothing, opened her mouth, and said, "Qingsong..."
Wu Qingsong stopped in his tracks, turning his head to look at her with curiosity, "What is it?"
Ji Mingyue hesitated, then shook her head and replied, "Nothing, take care on your way."
Wu Qingsong returned a reassuring smile that was very calming.
Ji Mingyue also curved her lips in response.
After Wu Qingsong left her office, Ji Mingyue clasped her hands, leaned on the desk, pondered for a while, then picked up the phone and dialed Xiang Yiqing’s number.
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