Ning Zihan was silent for a moment, but still sent two words to An Baobei: "Self-torture."
"I also feel like I'm tormenting myself. He clearly dislikes me, but... sigh... I'll say it again, I just can't control myself. If I could control myself, if I didn't like him, would I be like this?"
Seeing such a long string of words from An Baobei, Ning Zihan didn't know how to reply, so he simply didn't. But he still couldn't focus on listening to the senior management's report.
Usually, once the senior management finishes reporting, they would ask for instructions. If Ning Zihan had nothing to instruct, another person would report.
Now, after the sales director finished reporting, he asked for Ning Zihan's instructions, but Ning Zihan didn't react at all.
"President?" The sales director tentatively called out.
Still no response from Ning Zihan.
The other senior managers began to look at each other, completely surprised that Ning Zihan could be so absent-minded for a day.
