Ying Jing thought her brother had gone mad; he had been acting strange for two or three days.
This was evident as he even ignored Wen Fucheng when he passed by.
That's not right!
By now, he should have been in full spray mode at Second Uncle.
Also, could he stop mistakenly eating her breakfast?
"Bro, if you're not sleeping well, go home and rest. Is the company busy lately?"
As one of the people present who might know the inside story, Wen Fucheng glanced at the person, just about to speak, but Ying Jing spoke first.
"If it's really not working out, you can go to Qin Yang."
Qin Yang!
This thoroughly triggered Ying Zenan's sensitive nerves.
He suddenly stood up, almost scaring Ying Jing into dropping the bowl in her hand.
What the heck!
Scared the living daylights out of her.
"Bro, have you been possessed?"
