Chang Jiajia looks at Rong Xiaoyu on the other side. She is a little excited and nervous. She doesn't know the purpose of Rong Xiaoyu's calling. She certainly doesn't like herself. She knows that she still has it. However, she is looking forward to the miracle.

"I don't know what the president asked me to do?" Chang Jiajia looked at rongxiaoyu again and asked carefully.

Rong Xiaoyu's long legs overlapped, reclined leisurely on the back of the chair, curled up his sexy thin lips, pulled out a similar smile, pointed to the coffee on the table, "regular secretary, have coffee!"

Rong Xiaoyu can't see Chang Jiajia's tension. What he wants...