"That's right." The little boy nodded innocently.
Mu Bingtong was still tightly holding the little boy, silently praying in her heart, little ancestor, please don't speak anymore.
"Are you an employee of the company?" Xiao Jingchen cast a meaningful glance at Mu Bingtong, her head was too low, he couldn't see her face clearly.
"My mom is the president's personal secretary," the little boy spoke again.
At this point, Mu Bingtong wished she could just die.
Behind her, Yang Xin looked even more woeful. This little brat, lying through his teeth right in front of the president! It's over, it's over, she's definitely going to be kicked out this time.
Yang Xin hurriedly stepped forward to explain, "President, this is..."
Xiao Jingchen gently raised his hand, interrupting her, nodded, a barely noticeable smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and patted the little boy's head, "So you are her son, enjoy yourself."
