Ling Yiran just felt like she was a panda being watched by the crowd.
"Hmm? Does Sis really want me to send you?" His voice once again rang in her ears.
She blushed even more before quickly saying, "No." With that, she hurried back into her room and shut the adjoining door.
Yi Jinli smiled faintly. When he turned around, his face reverted to its usual expression. He went to the chair and sat down, reconnecting the audio system.
"Let's proceed with the meeting," Yi Jinli said lightly, seemingly ignoring the fact that everyone was trying to pry.
"Jin, is this the one who called you during our last meeting?" someone asked as he could not help but pry.
Yi Jinli raised his eyebrows slightly. "Why, do you want to know?"
Suddenly, the man shivered and said with a dry smile, "Then... We'll just proceed with the meeting."
Although it was a meeting, there was a voice in everyone's heart that speculated that their president seemed to be living together… with a woman!
...
Ling Luoyin was surprised when she went to look for Ling Yiran in the rented house but found nothing. There was no one in the rented house at all. There was no light, and no one answered when she knocked.
Ling Yiran directly got on her bicycle and rode out the Sanitation Service Center's entrance, leaving Ling Luoyin to stomp her foot in anger. She could only dash out and get a car to follow Ling Yiran to the road where she swept.
"Sis, why are you doing this? I came to see you today just to ask you something. We are sisters after all. It’s not very nice of you to do that." Ling Luoyin now softened her attitude.
However, Ling Yiran still ignored Ling Luoyin and started to sweep the rubbish on the road.
Ling Luoyin saw this and frowned a little before following Ling Yiran. She said, "Sis, I came here today to apologize for hurting your hand. Sorry about that day."
"Right, it seems that you didn't pay me the medical expenses the other day. Please settle the bill," Ling Yiran said.
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