Shengyuan Group, in the meeting room, heads of various departments were reporting on their work.
The atmosphere was heavy, and everyone wore a serious expression.
Jiang Jingheng leaned back in his chair, watching the projection screen ahead, his handsome face revealing no emotion.
Suddenly, a phone rang.
Everyone looked toward the sound and saw the boss pick up his phone, standing up to walk out.
"Hello, what's up?"
That voice could definitely be described as gentle.
Everyone exchanged glances, looking as if they'd seen a ghost; perhaps they were just hearing things.
Jiang Jingheng pushed open the office door, hearing her voice in his ear.
"It's nothing, really. I just met with Song Cheng'an, just finished talking, thanks for setting it up."
Jiang Jingheng chuckled, "As long as Mrs. Jiang is satisfied, it's what a husband should do."
"Can you speak normally?"
Jiang Jingheng frowned, "Am I wrong? Aren't we a couple?"
