This person is so self-absorbed he's expressionless; he's what you'd call a poker face, huh.
Ji Anning found it dull and pouted before raising her camera again to vigorously snap pictures of Ji Chicheng's nape.
"Mmm, keep me updated on the optimized data," he said.
"Push the next meeting to February."
"That'll be all."
After ending a phone call, Ji Chicheng turned around, reached out to cover Ji Anning's lens, and frowned slightly at her, "You can stare at me every day."
Ji Chicheng blushed, "Who said I want to stare at your photos."
Ji Chicheng chuckled without saying a word, just as his mobile phone received a message which he checked.
Not knowing what he saw, his eyebrows furrowed, as if he had encountered a problem.
Ji Anning couldn't help but ask, "Uncle, what exactly are you working on here? Is the company big?"
He was running here every other day, and during the days she had been here, she saw him constantly busy with endless phone calls, all instructing work.
