Du Mingwei pursed his lips. He wanted to say, "Your typing speed was very fast just now." However, just as the words were about to leave his mouth, he suddenly remembered that he couldn't put pressure on Qiao Nian. He silently swallowed his words, feeling rather uncomfortable!
He really felt that Qiao Nian had replied to the message so quickly with her left hand!
"What's wrong with you two?"
Liang Conglin didn't care about those things. He was in his 40s. Because he had been working for a long time, he had a scholarly aura and was very refined. Even though his appearance was not particularly outstanding, he gave off a refined feeling.
After a simple question, he received a perfunctory shake of Du Mingwei's head with a complicated expression. He turned his attention to Qiao Nian and asked gently, "By the way, Qiao Nian, someone wants to treat us to lunch. Are you coming?
