Rong Jing straightened his body, a look of surprise on his face, facing Chen Lan who was standing impatiently at the door.
Chen Lan found it quite intriguing. Since when did Rong Jing ever show such a... ghost-like expression?
He stood there in a daze, lost in deep thought. He called him twice, but he didn't hear at all...
What did Madam just say to him? How could it make the dignified Young Master Rong show such a grim and fearful expression?
Rong Jing's face was pale, almost devoid of any color.
Hearing Chen Lan's call, his thoughts were abruptly pulled back, and he didn't even need to think to know how awkward the expression on his face must look.
Smiling is the best disguise for people in their circle.
Rong Jing walked up to Chen Lan and stopped.
"Mr. Chen, please pass a message to your Madam for me. I want to ask her."
"Please go ahead, President Rong."
"Which part of me, Rong Jing, is unworthy of her?"
