Ji Anning didn't understand what Fenfen meant, looked towards the door in confusion, Yang Yufang had already left and closed the door.
In her mind, the image of Yang Yufang's lonely back flashed, and she immediately interrupted her thoughts, stopping herself from thinking further.
She smiled and handed the peeled apple to Fenfen, "Shall we call Dad?"
Ji Anning reached for the phone and entered Ji Chicheng's number, Fenfen leaned in close, staring at the phone screen.
She quickly turned the phone over and said to Fenfen, "Fenfen's eyes aren't well yet, you can't look at the phone, Mommy will plug in the earphones so Fenfen can talk to Dad."
...
"Your image is too terrible, not suitable for intervening in company matters."
"We, the old board members, all think so."
"We unanimously support recommending Ming Yue."
"..."
In the highest-level meeting room of J.C, the lights illuminated every corner brightly, with a rectangular conference table and chairs with hollow legs design.
