Fishing Bay Island.
Ye Yuan's home.
In the living room, Jimmy sat with a solemn expression, holding out her fingers.
She was seriously analyzing the current situation.
That serious expression on her childish face gave Ye Yuan a hilariously contrasting impression.
"First of all, something like this would never happen at our company.
Although luxury brands competed with one another too, our circle wasn't nearly as chaotic as theirs.
Secondly, our crisis management team wouldn't let these remarks run wild after so much time had passed.
So your assumption simply didn't hold up.
No!
Ye!
You weren't thinking of having our company's team help Song Ran, were you?
Ye! We're good friends.
Song may be your friend.
But I don't have the authority to use the company's resources to help her.
Even for you, I can't do that."
The little girl finally caught on and spoke with utmost seriousness.
Ye Yuan had never seen Jimmy look so serious before.
He had to admit that when she got serious, she really did have a bit of a general manager's bearing.
"What are you thinking? When did I ever say I wanted to use your people?
I just wanted you to help me analyze it."
Ye Yuan smiled and raised his hand, intending to flick her forehead like he used to.
But when his hand reached the air, he suddenly remembered.
The Jimmy sitting before him now
was no longer the little girl from years ago who knew nothing.
She was now the Asia-Pacific general manager of a luxury brand.
And so, an awkward scene unfolded.
One hand froze there in midair.
Moving it forward felt wrong, but pulling it back would have been just as awkward.
"Hmph! I'm not a child anymore. You can't keep hitting my head!"
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