Yes, Jiang Siming had started playing Honor of Kings.
Hearing the sounds of hero selection from inside, Ivanka knew Jiang Siming was playing a game even though she had never played Honor of Kings herself.
This time, even her patience could no longer maintain its disguise.
"Mr. Jiang, is this how you do business with people? This is very rude."
Ivanka was furious inside. Jiang Siming would rather look at his phone and play his game than look at her. Was he blind?
Was she really not more attractive than a game?
Fortunately, she had not said that aloud. Otherwise, Jiang Siming would probably have honestly told her, "You really aren't as attractive as this hero in my game. Not even one percent as attractive."
"You've been squirming around over there like you have hemorrhoids, wasting my time. I had no choice but to play a game while waiting for you to finish squirming. Are you done yet?"
Jiang Siming asked without even raising his head.
"I'm done!" Ivanka said through gritted teeth.
"Oh, then I haven't finished yet. Wait for me a little longer. This match will be over soon."
Ivanka: "."
"Fine! Then I'll wait until Mr. Jiang finishes his game before we talk!" Ivanka's face turned livid, and her voice carried a trace of anger.
"Mm, I'll finish as quickly as I can. Push, push, push! I'm initiating a team fight!" As he spoke, Jiang Siming lay back on the sofa and began playing with total concentration, completely ignoring Ivanka's feelings on the other end of the sofa.
Ivanka took two deep breaths, doing her best to suppress the urge to explode.
If Jiang Siming had been her useless husband, she would definitely have picked up the teacup on the table and smashed his head to a