The office hall was completely dead. Niu Congcong was sitting on the sofa in a daze. He suddenly threw down the design book in his hand and said, "Damn it, I don't know what to do."
No one said anything, they all sat stupidly in front of the computer. Zeng Jin, who was dejected and tortured, looked calmer than those of the top-notch designers in the original B market who had not been tortured. They had gray faces and looked completely at a loss.
Ke'er gritted his teeth and suddenly stood up, walked out of the office, and came to the stairwell
She held the phone, still a little hesitant, and of course a little timid. But thinking of everyone's despair, she finally mustered up the courage and dialed the number she thought she would never touch again in this life.
It rang for a long time, so long that Ke'er thought the whole world had frozen and was silent, except for the intense singing voice coming from the phone.
I almost thought it was going to be disconnected naturally, but the call was picked up.
Ke'er's heart was beating wildly in an instant. She was almost not sure it was her own voice that was speaking, because it was so tremblingly suppressed: "Hello"
The other party was silent...but Ke'er knew that he was listening, so she took a breath and said: "I know that you are targeting me, so I overturn the entire plan."
Can I beg you, don’t be like this? If you have any questions, just come to me and don’t mix personal grudges with official matters, okay, Mr. Leng?”
There was a sneer on the other end of the phone, very sarcastic: "I don't even know who you are, how can I have a personal grudge against you?"
Ke'er was stunned holding the phone. He didn't know who she was. He didn't know who she was. Is she important to him? Why should he let him remember it?
My heart was twitching, and I felt a hint of sadness: "I'm sorry to bother you."
Ke'er hurriedly hung up the phone and realized what a stupid and ridiculous thing she had done. Who was she, worthy of Leng Jianan targeting her everywhere? She really looked down upon herself.
Ke'er stayed in the darkness of the corridor for a long time, laughing at herself in every possible way, but still unable to suppress the surge of her emotions. She was the only one who remembered those people and those things.
Leng Jianan hung up the phone and stared at the black screen for a long time. When the phone number that he had deleted appeared as eleven numbers, he actually still remembered who it was.
It's really ridiculous that he can still remember nothing more than an ordinary-looking woman, who has long been buried in the cold palace of his memory.