Charles Jordan glanced at the time, then resumed typing on the keyboard. It wasn't long before Old Cat appeared on the screen, looking disheveled with a scruffy face.
He muttered indistinctly while eating instant noodles, "Need something from me?"
Seeing him like this, Claire Green raised an eyebrow and spoke lazily, "You showing off your true self?"
Detecting the disdain in her tone, Old Cat quickly finished his noodles, casually grabbed a napkin to wipe his mouth, and feigned helplessness.
"I didn't want to, but who's going to clean up when I'm alone in this huge company, feeling lonely and bored?"
Lonely and bored?
Probably also cold.
Claire Green gave him a meaningful look, "Is that so? From what I see, someone is playing games all day long, living quite leisurely."
Oops, forgot about the surveillance.
