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Si Chenli took the driver's seat, then turned to look at the young girl beside him, "Does your memory not recovering greatly affect your work?"
"A little bit." Sang Qiao hadn't actually handled any contracts, she just felt very unaccustomed.
"Finding another suitable hypnotist might take a long time." The man wasn't lying—the hypnotist profession was somewhat niche, and the talented ones were relatively few.
After this time, he wasn't going to consider looking nearby anymore, worried that Sang Nanfeng might interfere again.
"It's okay, I can wait," Sang Qiao responded softly.
"Alright, if there's anything at the company you don't understand, just ask me; if there's a contract you can't negotiate, just drop my name; and if you want any resources, just let me know."
Si Chenli reached out to ruffle her hair, his eyes full of doting.
"What if your name doesn't work?" Sang Qiao couldn't help but smile, knowing he too had his rivals no matter how formidable he was.
