Zhou Sinin also took out her phone from her bag.
But what she said was, "Let's not add each other, DingTalk is enough for work."
"I'll send it to you on DingTalk."
"For work reasons, it makes even more sense to add each other on WeChat, right?"
"You just said it yourself, work is work, life is life. If there's anything, contacting through DingTalk is fine, thank you."
Love was supposed to be an easy yet evenly matched struggle.
Be it bickering, teasing, or deliberately refusing to give in.
As they talked, Zhou Sinin seemed to gradually rediscover the joy she once had.
"Fine."
Lu Jincheng casually put away his phone, as if conceding.
"If you don't add me, that's fine. Anyway, during festivals, the other shareholder and I will still communicate through WeChat."
"Like liking and commenting in Moments, and sending private messages occasionally. It can't be helped if someone doesn't fit in."
"Give it here!"
