Ning Yichen couldn't discern any hint of congratulations in those words.
In fact, he felt inexplicably like he had been shot by mistake.
He was about to explain himself when the woman beside him suddenly moved.
She stood up straight, faced He Jingyao with a slight smile, "Thank you, Mr. Ning and I were introduced by the President. Mr. He's blessing is... of great significance to me."
He Jingyao sized her up, his gaze dark and unfathomable.
His eyes lingered on the woman's delicately made-up face and her crimson lips, his fingers twitching slightly.
"It seems that good things are in store for the two of you?" he said with a smirk curling the corners of his lips.
"That's correct," Gu Zhixi replied quickly, her eyes astonishingly bright as if something was burning fiercely, "When the time comes, I will definitely send Mr. He an invitation, and I hope Mr. He will honor us with his presence."
Ning Yichen's mouth twitched, and he really wanted to turn around and leave...
