Qin Shaonan glanced at Ji Yan, who was running fast, and extinguished the cigarette in his hand.
He walked to the bathroom in the small suite, stood in front of the full-length mirror, looked at himself, removed the blood-stained bandage from his hand, and coldly tossed it into the trash can. He changed into a spare suit from the closet and left the room.
Jiang Ting was tidying up the materials needed for the eting when he heard the door open behind him, causing a chilling sensation down his back.
Qin Shaonan approached and paused for a few seconds in front of his desk, "Let’s go to the eting."
Jiang Ting responded with an "Oh," and reflexively stood up. Seeing Mr. Xiaoqin’s footsteps moving away, he quickly picked up the materials and followed without daring to make a sound, just watching from behind, feeling as if Mr. Xiaoqin’s steps carried a murderous aura.
At the door of the conference room, Qin Shaonan pushed the door open and walked in. His gaze swept around and didn’t pause at all on Qiao Qiao, who was on Qin Moting’s right, and he sat down beside Ji Yan.
Jiang Ting hurriedly followed and sat next to Qin Shaonan, placing the materials in front of him.
Qin Moting glanced at Qin Shaonan, sensing sothing was off!
Retracting his gaze, he said in a low voice, "eting begins."
Throughout the eting, Qin Shaonan sat there, surprisingly silent.
Ji Yan and Jiang Ting secretly glanced at him. He wasn’t there for the eting at all, just sitting like an ice sculpture.
Qiao Qiao also noticed the injury on his hand.
He hadn’t co back all night last night. Where did he go?
Ji Yan, sitting there, could clearly feel Assistant Qiao’s gaze on Mr. Xiaoqin, but Mr. Xiaoqin didn’t spare Assistant Qiao a single glance.
Does this an Assistant Qiao got in through Mr. Xiaoqin?
Did they fall out this quickly?
What could possibly make a man angrier than being cheated on?
He rembered last year when Mr. Xiaoqin was cheated on by his fiancée, his reaction wasn’t this intense, just simply annulled the engagent.
Wait, he suddenly thought of sothing.
Qiao Qiao! Qiao Qiao! No wonder it sounds so familiar!
He rembered that day, Mr. Xiaoqin’s fiancée scread at the top of her lungs in his office—
"Is it because you still can’t forget that Qiao Qiao?"
"She’s your sister-in-law’s daughter. You’re her third uncle, and there’s no chance for you two!"
"Qin Shaonan! Did you hear ?"
...
And vaguely recalled that Mr. Xiaoqin ended it with "then the engagent is annulled" in the calst tone possible.
"Ji Yan."
"Ji Yan!"
Qin Moting called out twice.
Ji Yan ca back to his senses and looked at Qin Moting, "Mr. Qin."
Qin Moting’s gaze fell on Ji Yan.
With Mr. Big Qin on the right and Mr. Xiaoqin on the left, he wanted to seek help but was at a loss. How far had the eting progressed?
Qin Moting stared at Ji Yan for a while, "Continue the eting."
Ji Yan didn’t dare to lose focus again.
...
The eting ended, and Qin Moting glanced at Qin Shaonan, "Does General Manager Qin have any objections?"
"No."
Qin Shaonan stood up and was the first to leave the conference room.
Jiang Ting quickly followed after seeing this.
Ji Yan stood silently beside Qin Moting, knowing that Mr. Old Qin had been slighted by Mr. Xiaoqin. At this mont, he had to be cautious and avoid becoming a scapegoat.
Qin Moting stood for a few seconds before leaving the conference room to return to the president’s office.
Ji Yan and Qiao Qiao followed him back.
At the president’s office, all Qiao Qiao could see was the image of his hands, full of injuries and blood, piercing pain in her heart.
Sitting there lost in thought for a long ti, she looked up at Ji Yan, "Special Assistant Ji, is there a dical kit in the office?"
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