C1988 1988

Jiang Yining was speechless for a few seconds. "I don't have time tomorrow." Ren Zidong snorted. "Don't worry. I'll arrange a time other than tomorrow." With that, he gave his backside a slap and strolled out with empty hands. Richard, who had been typing away with his head down, suddenly looked up and shouted at his retreating back without pausing his keystrokes