Just then, the door was knocked.
Rong Qing didn't even lift his head as he said, "Come in."
The recently overworked 'Little Curly Hair' Rong Yinghui just pushed the door open and said, "Uncle, there's an agreement in the company today, and that bunch of old geezers wants to trick me. Uncle, can you help me see what they're up to—"
As his words rang out, the voice of Rong Yinghui's magical little treasure echoed from Rong Qing's phone, full of comforting and reliable cooing, "Brother, don't be afraid, oh. As long as you wear the pendant, if there's anyone still not seeing clearly, wait for Jinjin to come back and give them a slap to fly away!"
Rong Yinghui: …
You really are a bossy Little Milk Jin.
Wait a minute!
The young man, who finally realized he had been tricked after a long delay, narrowed his eyes and walked behind Rong Qing.
The youth who tilted his head slightly did not intend to hide anything.