"Who are you sending voice messages to?"
Jiang Xuan's hand, shaped like a half-fist, rested against his lips as he coughed lightly twice.
A ring of rosy red blossomed around the corners of his eyes.
It even made his originally pale complexion appear a bit more lively.
The mortal flesh is indeed prone to sickness.
Shen Jing smiled, "Replying to the president, it's Miss Xia, expressing her concern for you."
If it weren't for Miss Xia, he wouldn't dare to reply to WeChat in front of the president.
The five thousand words of reflection from yesterday had drained him!
Jiang Xuan raised his eyebrows slightly, quite surprised.
Seeing his expression, Shen Jing suddenly regretted telling Miss Xia that it wasn't serious when she asked. Maybe he should have exaggerated a bit?
That way Miss Xia would feel even more concerned for the president!
With that thought, he started typing a message on his phone.