"Do you have any contact with Tong Dan?"
On the second day of the funeral, Jiang Chen sat in the procession heading to pay respects, with Pan Yang accompanying him.
"Of course."
Martial Saint and Tanki Liuli were also brought along, in the car behind.
"We chat occasionally."
Pan Yang admitted naturally, "Miss Tong has been quite busy with work recently."
"Yeah, she's indeed busy. She doesn't have much relevant experience, so if she sometimes forgets to reply, just be understanding."
Fang Qing had assigned the expansion project of Sand Field Airport to Tong Dan, and Jiang Chen knew about it. He always thought that girl, Tong Dan, was living life complacently, but it turned out she was quite career-oriented.
Or rather, she had a sense of responsibility.
Forced to take charge, yet sparing no effort.
"Miss Tong is very polite, she won't fail to reply even if it takes a dozen hours."
