Ji Kong did not accept the card, but he did not hide it from him: "The only person who can restore the head of the family to normal is Miss Rongrong."

Chen Jingshui was taken aback: "Miss Rongrong?"

Ji Kong nodded.

Chen Jingshui asked, "Could you give me her number?"

Ji Kong asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Of course it's about deceiving people..." Chen Jingshui paused, then changed his words, "Invite them to come and oversee the group!"

Ji Kong shook his head: "It's no use. The patriarch has mentioned it to Miss Rongrong many times, but Miss Rongrong has never agreed to it."

Chen Jingshui narrowed his eyes: "That's because the president doesn't know how to speak. I'm different. In any case, it's no problem to ask Miss Rongrong to come over."

Although we're all going to die sooner or later, why not give it a shot while we're still alive?

Chen Jingshui still wants to marry his girlfriend and absolutely cannot die young.

Ji Kong gave Rongrong's number to him.

"Thanks, brother."

Chen Jingshui left with a smile.

After he left, Ji Kong shook his head and took the elevator from the parking lot directly to the president's office.

"Master, the number has been given to Secretary-General Chen."

"Um."

Although Ji Mingjing didn't say it, he was very satisfied with his secretary's abilities.

On the other side, Rongrong did receive a call from Chen Jingshui.

Chen Jingshui said on the phone, "Miss Rongrong, I apologize for bothering you. Could you come to the company? The president is sick, but he won't listen to anyone. I really had no other choice but to ask Ji Kong for your number."

Rongrong was quite surprised: "He seemed fine this morning, he wasn't sick."

“Miss Rongrong probably doesn’t know, but the president’s problem is a heart ailment that has been going on for a long time. Only a heart ailment can be cured by a heart remedy… Do you think you can come over now?”

Rongrong's lips twitched slightly on the other end of the phone.

Yan Yirou opened her mouth, silently asking: What's wrong?

Rongrong shook her head and said to the person on the phone, "I'll go see him after he gets off work and goes home."

"Are you going to the president's house to see him? Okay, okay, then I'll leave it to you. Thank you, goodbye."

Fearing that Rongrong might change her mind, Chen Jingshui quickly hung up the phone and said, "What a good person."

Yan Yirou asked, "Is the Ji family head ill?"

"Probably not," Rongrong said, adding, "If there is, it's just an act."

Yan Yirou burst out laughing.

"Is faking illness the only trick men know?"

Rongrong raised an eyebrow, puzzled.

Yan Yirou thought of the domineering CEO novels she had read and chuckled as she slumped onto the sofa: "So you're not staying at a hotel tonight?"

"Probably... I guess." Rongrong wasn't very sure.

Yan Yirou suddenly sat up and said seriously, "Rongrong, you don't need me here anymore. My husband and I are going to Huaizhou tomorrow!"

Rongrong was surprised that she left so quickly, her expression slightly stunned: "Huaizhou?"

Yan Yirou's face beamed with a bright smile: "Yes, one of his retired comrades is getting married the day after tomorrow, and we're going to the wedding."