Xia Ling looked at him emotionlessly. "Director Jin, is there something important?"
He exaggeratedly placed his hand on his heart. "Xiao Ling, how could you be so cold to me?"
Xia Ling said, "I'm sorry, but I'm leaving now. We can chat another day."
He quickly blocked the doorway. "Don't! Why can't I look for you if there is nothing important? How about you give me some face and eat dinner with me tonight? I know a very good Thai restaurant…"
She vaguely recalled that half an hour ago, Zheng Desong already told him not to provoke her.
"Director Jin, someone is waiting for me." Xia Ling placed emphasis on the last part of her sentence.
