Yan Qingruo worked in media; she was very familiar with the news. She quietly asked, "Qianmo, how are you dealing with the situation at the company?"
"Don't worry, I have arranged everything," said Chen Qianmo confidently.
His handsome face exuded confidence, which made it impossible for Yan Qingruo not to believe him.
But with the stock price plummeting like that, Yan Qingruo couldn't feel at ease.
She said, "If there's anything I can help with regarding the company, just tell me. I will do everything in my power to help you."
As he watched her clench her tiny fists, revealing her determination to fight for him, Chen Qianmo's whole heart softened.
He reached out and ruffled her hair, "Silly girl."
"Really, how far have you gotten with handling things?" Yan Qingruo looked into his eyes and asked seriously.