As soon as An Ning finished speaking, Mr. Zhang Sr. quickly added, "You don't count."
"Why not?"
An Ning pressed, "I only drew the blueprints."
"You silly girl. Once you finish your blueprints, you know your part is done. You just have to manage your own responsibilities. But some people—"
"AHEM, AHEM, AHEM... AHEM, AHEM, AHEM..."
Jin Zheng, the director of the machinery factory, walked in through the cafeteria entrance and nearly coughed up a lung.
Although Mr. Zhang Sr. was displeased, he knew he had to show some respect. He couldn't just storm off and curse them out.
He shot An Ning a look telling her to stay calm, then stood up and offered a reluctant greeting to the newcomers.
"Well, if it isn't An Ning! Glad you had time to come by today."
Director Jin was also fond of An Ning. He was particularly impressed by her blueprints, which he found stunning.
Director Jin's familiar tone made the man from Beijing standing beside him feel somewhat ignored.
"And these two are?"
