Ye Shengge turned around and met the man's dark eyes.
Ji Shiting asked, "Ms. Ye? Why are you here?"
Ye Shengge clenched her fists and mumbled, "This… This is my car…"
To be precise, it was the company's car.
Ji Shiting raised an eyebrow and said, "What happened, Sun Ye?"
She sounded upset.
"President, it's like this…" Sun Ye explained.
The man relaxed and smiled at Ye Shengge. "I see. Please let us sit in here for a bit."
She sounded very natural.
Ye Shengge moved closer, and Ji Shiting walked in and sat beside her.
"Sun Ye, how long until our car arrives?" The man asked.
"Um… It might take another half an hour," Sun Ye explained.
"So slow." The man frowned and looked at the woman beside him. "Do you mind waiting for another half an hour?"
"You… You and Assistant Sun can wait at Dr. Song's house," Ye Shengge couldn't help saying.
