With a cheap-looking grin, Jiang Xia threw all his composure and dignity to the wind. He jogged over, waving his hand as he ran toward An Ning and her group.
The executives behind him had a sudden epiphany. They quickly followed Jiang Xia, realizing it was crucial to remember this woman, An Ning.
When An Ning heard Jiang Xia's voice, she thought she was imagining things.
She knew Jiang Xia was here, but wasn't he supposed to be in a meeting?
"An Ning—"
"Are you done with your business?"
An Ning looked at Jiang Xia's strange posture as he walked and asked, "Did you throw out your back?"
Like a peacock unconsciously showing off his feathers, Jiang Xia stopped in front of An Ning in a peculiar pose. His brain short-circuited as he blurted out, "No way! My back is great!"
The executives who had followed him were so flustered by Jiang Xia's remark that they started looking at the sky, the ground, themselves—anywhere but at Jiang Xia.
