"..." Interest loss? Who the hell cares about that little interest in passing?
As a CEO, moving a mere hundred million is such a struggle, what's the point of being a CEO?
Jing Che wasn't angry but laughed instead, his lips curved slightly as he responded calmly: "Got it!"
After hanging up the phone, Jing Che called his assistant again...
"Is everything ready?"
"It's ready, President Jing."
"Good!" Jing Che hung up the phone calmly.
That night, Jing Che had a good sleep.
Early the next morning, the morning sunlight poured into the bedroom.
When Ji Junxue went to Jing Che's room to wake him up.
Jing Che was still lying on the big bed and hadn't gotten up.
Ji Junxue approached the bedside, gently pushing Jing Che.
"Brother Jing Che, it's time to get up."
Jing Che turned over, grabbed Ji Junxue's arm, and pulled him into his embrace.
"..." The sudden action startled Ji Junxue, who unguardedly fell into Jing Che's arms.
Jing Che smiled slightly at Ji Junxue.
