Ji Chicheng's large hand was still inside Ji Anning's clothes, caressingly overwhelming as he flirted while conducting a video conference.
Ji Anning was extremely uncomfortable, but the man's simply dressed and powerful arms held her tightly, making it impossible for her to struggle free. Moreover, he then grabbed her other hand, forcing her to submit.
"Young master, are you listening?"
The person on the other side had been speaking well but suddenly stopped, unsure whether Ji Chicheng was listening to him.
Ji Chicheng frowned, "Did I say I wasn't listening?"
'Cough cough...'
The young man coughed twice, secretly rolling his eyes as if to say, if you won't let me see, at least make some noise occasionally to let me know I'm not talking to myself.
Then he immediately continued, "It's from a bank in Country Y, directly transferred into the J.C account, and the largest shareholder of that bank is Yue Sen Charles."
Charles again.
