Wei Xueqing felt helpless too.
She was really busy.
With a flight at four in the afternoon, she needed to be ready to leave by three. Time was tight.
But thinking about how she didn't know how many days she'd be gone, she still needed to inform Ye Xin.
Looking at the time, it was almost one, and her stomach was already growling with hunger.
Wei Xueqing stretched lazily and shouted to Yang Chen behind the screen, "Yang Chen, let's go, Ye Xin is treating us to a meal."
"Alright!"
Yang Chen shut down the computer, ready and waiting for Wei Xueqing to get ready.
He couldn't understand, it was just a meal, not a date, and certainly not a client meeting, so why the makeup?
Just the touch-up took nearly twenty minutes, and Yang Chen felt helpless because he was very hungry.
Actually, Yang Chen didn't understand Wei Xueqing's thoughts.
Women are like flowers, competing in beauty.
