When Chi Jingxuan returned to the 108th floor after the high-level meeting, the moment he stepped out of the elevator, he saw Chi Jingming sitting quietly in the reception area, looking at a magazine.
This version of Chi Jingming felt somewhat unfamiliar to Chi Jingxuan, and a complex emotion that he couldn't quite describe arose in his heart.
Feeling the gaze from the side, Chi Jingming turned his head to look, then stood up immediately, placing the magazine back on the rack.
"Do you have time? If not, I can make an appointment and come back when you're free."
Turning to look at Chi Jingxuan, Chi Jingming asked softly.
Without responding, Chi Jingxuan turned around and headed towards his office.
Chi Jingming let out a breath of relief and quickly followed with hurried steps.
The receptionist stood there, unsure whether to stop him or not, lamenting internally: President, can't you just give us a clear directive? This puts us in a really difficult position.
