If it weren't for Cheng Qiaobei hearing the whistling wind, he wouldn't believe she was on a business trip.
A fire of inexplicable irritation flared within him, and his words were laced with sarcasm, "Going on a business trip while sick, Mr. Chen truly sets an example for dedication to one's job."
Chen Ningxi responded: "It's alright, just making a living."
Cheng Qiaobei almost laughed out loud in anger. He might believe others when they say it's for making a living, but he absolutely didn't buy that coming from Chen Ningxi given her family background.
"You're making a living; I'm surviving."
Chen Ningxi brushed her wind-tousled hair aside, not in the mood to bicker with him, and asked, "What do you want?"
Cheng Qiaobei's car was parked right outside the entrance to the Danjiang Power Supply Company, with a roll of medical tape placed on the passenger seat.