A month later, this body had already lost five pounds.
"Sheng Qianqian" frowned.
[What's going on, why are they suddenly saying you're more down-to-earth?]
I stiffened, forcing a smile.
Mainly, during business negotiations, I need to manage my facial expressions on my own.
So sometimes, I smiled a bit more.
I didn't expect this would make a difference.
After "Sheng Qianqian" complained a bit, he began organizing my upcoming schedule.
I was like a premature puppet.
[Yesterday, the Sheng Family called me several times. Tomorrow is Sheng Jianguo's sixtieth birthday, and they want me to go see him.]
"Sheng Qianqian," wearing glasses, tapped on the computer as he spoke.
I was taken aback; the busyness of recent days had almost made me forget that I was a member of the Sheng Family.
Of course, I didn't have the hubris to think I could replace Gu Chen.
If the real Gu Chen wasn't by my side, I would've been framed long ago.
[So, should I go together?]
I asked.