Upon hearing this, Ji Chicheng's brows knitted together tightly, causing the beige figure on the other side of the screen, separated by a thousand mountains and rivers, to tremble, clutching her lips and daring not to speak.
Ji Chicheng's face turned cold for a moment, then furrowed his brows thoughtfully, "Phyllis Technology Exchange Meeting..."
Something came to mind, and his gaze turned to the computer screen, asking the beige figure, "Did we receive an invitation to this last month?"
The beige figure nodded, "Yes, but you, boss, declined."
Scanning the time displayed on the bottom right of his computer, Ji Chicheng instructed the beige figure, "Arrange for me to go there this evening."
"Understood."
After ending the call, Ji Chicheng closed the dialogue box, and the smiling face of the girl in the sunlight intruded his sight. His heart rippled slightly, fixating on those bright, sparkling eyes.
