Jiang Jingshi and Pan Lin returned to the car. Pan Lin recalled how President Jiang had barely eaten at lunch; several dishes had been cleared away after only a few bites.
What's more, President Jiang had even prepared the personal dining room at the company herself.
Clearly, President Jiang had intended to cook for President Lin personally. But in the end... President Lin had gone to watch Jiang Xueli's shoot instead of returning.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Pan Lin turned around. "President Jiang, should I get you something to eat after the meeting? I don't think you ate your fill at lunch."
Jiang Jingshi gazed out the window, then glanced at Pan Lin. "I'm not very hungry right now. Let's talk after the meeting back at the office."
"Okay."
The words were barely out of her mouth when Jiang Jingshi suddenly had an idea. "Wait. After the meeting, go buy me a cup of instant noodles. I'll eat it in the car."
Pan Lin nodded quickly. "Of course, President Jiang."
