Ji Yanzhi was half a head taller than him. Ji Ting looked up at him, his large, round eyes ringed with a soft, faint glow.
He was like an exquisitely made plush puppy that would squeak if you squeezed it.
Ji Yanzhi's fingertips twitched unconsciously, amusement clear in his dark eyes. "Sure, but you'll have to wait until I have time."
[Thank you.]
Ji Yanzhi lifted his eyes from the screen and looked at him for a moment. "That's it?"
Why wasn't he asking when he would have time, like he had earlier, or simply begging him to go right now?
Ji Yanzhi blinked in confusion and thought, [Isn't thank you enough?]
Ji Yanzhi snorted. "You're hopelessly stupid."
He stepped into the President's Office. Ji Ting stood there a little longer, then followed him inside.
After sitting down, Ji Yanzhi had his secretary bring in a computer for Ji Ting, while he sent the housekeeper a message on WeChat: [Ji Ting is coming home with me today. Get things ready.]
After sending it, he thought for a moment and added another line.
The moment Uncle Yang saw the message, his face lit up. He hurriedly sent the servants to clean the Second Young Master's room, then went to find Liu, the chef.
Before Ji Yanzhi finished work, Wang Mian came up with three separate excuses to enter the President's Office, only to be ruthlessly turned down each time.
Instead of spending his time properly working on processors, all he did was scheme. Besides, did he think he could see Ji Ting that easily now?
As Ji Yanzhi thought this, he cast a sidelong glance at the sofa.
Ji Ting was looking intently at something on the laptop. The screen's light reflected onto his face, revealing faint shadows beneath his eyes.