Tian Chen Headquarters.
Jian Jin opened Lu Zhi's office door with gum in her mouth and gave him an invitation.
"The Independent Continent's invitation this year has been sent over."
Halfway through her sentence, her bright eyes saw that the man sitting behind the spacious desk was holding his phone and looking at it. He didn't even look in her direction.
Jian Jin walked over speechlessly and placed the gilded invitation letter on his desk. She emphasized again, "Boss, the Independent Continent's invitation letter has been sent over this year! I checked it. The Ji family is holding a banquet this year."
The handsome and beautiful man finally raised his head. His eyes were bright, and he seemed to be in a good mood.
He placed the phone on the table and smiled happily. "Huh? The Ji family is holding a banquet this year?"
Jian Jin looked at him strangely. After a long time, she asked curiously, "Boss, do you have a fever?"
