Song Mengjie nodded. "I'm sorry today. Thank you. Good night."

After this meeting, they did not leave contact information, did not intentionally seek each other, Yebo was too busy to touch the ground, half a month passed.

At the door of the company, he pulled the door and said, "I should have told you the deadline."

The other party seemed to be arguing about something, and his tone sank, "No if, no next time." Holding back his anger, he said, "I'm going to have a meeting now. It's about three hours, three hours. I hope to hear that it's not delayed."

A small black figure hurriedly bowed his head and...