"Another three months?!"
Jiang Nan's hand holding the book stiffened, the book slipped from his grip, but he didn't pick it up. Instead, he walked straight to Dan Tingye.
"Three months is such a short time. Mr. Bai has listed hundreds of demands for Meimei, and even Mr. Diwu wants her to get a qualification certificate in such a short time. Are the two of them trying to push Meimei to her limits?"
"How do you know it's impossible without trying? Meimei isn't anxious, so why are you?" Dan Tingye turned his head, giving him a light glance.
Jiang Nan couldn't stay calm any longer. "Bro, Meimei isn't unconcerned; she simply has no idea. If she knew, she might be heading to the planning department…but instead, she'd probably be going to buy white silk to hang herself!"
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