Jiang Mingyue was suddenly intrigued.
The man had a tall and straight figure, but the way he leaned against the door looked roguish, plus that mischievous smile at the corner of his mouth.
Jiang Mingyue thought to herself, could this person have wandered into the wrong place?
In a trance, a hand reached out in front of her.
"An Jian. Little sister, nice to meet you."
Jiang Mingyue thought, that's not how your face looks.
But she still politely extended her hand.
"Jiang Mingyue. I'm not a little sister." Then, with a look of disbelief, as if to say "are you blind?".
An Jian resisted the urge to laugh and touched his nose, but his shoulders shook honestly.
All right then!
"Don't just stand there, where's your execution?"
Seriously believing it? An Jian touched his nose again, thinking the Southern Institute must have dementia.
"If you don't want to work, move out; there are plenty of people who want your position."
Hearing this, An Jian wasn't pleased.
