Lowering his head to straighten his slightly rumpled shirt, he stood up. "There are a few things I need to remind you about."
"What things?"
Lu Yin reached out and casually pinched Jingxing's cheek. "The conference room is short a few paintings. If you see any good ones, bid on them for me."
Lu Meng: "???"
Black-question-mark face.
So, for something like this, why couldn't he just go himself?
How was she supposed to know what kind of paintings the conference room needed?
Besides, he didn't even look that busy. It made no sense that he couldn't spare even two hours to pop over to a gallery, right?
Lu Meng felt like she'd somehow been used…
As for why, she'd have to ask the person in front of her.
"Got it?" Afraid she hadn't taken it in, Lu Yin frowned and deliberately emphasized it again.
Lu Meng muttered under her breath, "Got it, got it, so annoying."
"What did you say?" His voice suddenly dropped low.
Lu Meng instantly deflated and shrank her neck back.
