"Xia Qingqian—" A pleasant male voice sounded from behind, and at the mont she heard her na, Xia Qingqian trembled and responded, "Here!" Actually, she wished she could find a hole to crawl into so that nobody could see her.
She slowly turned around, and it was a very clean and gentle-looking boy standing in the sunlight. He extended his hand towards her, a handkerchief resting in his palm, and said softly, "You are Xia Qingqian... right?" His face carried a hint of shyness.
Xia Qingqian was stunned. No one had ever spoken to her this way. She nodded blankly in her shock but dared not approach him.
"Xia Qingqian." He called softly again, and she, as if on instinct, shivered and replied, "Here!" The shadows cast by those childhood bullies were hard to erase.
"You don’t need to be so nervous, I’m not like them. I’m Qiao Zhenyu, pleased to et you." He held back a laugh as he walked over to Xia Qingqian, using the handkerchief to wipe her dirty face.
After the eting ended, everyone left one after another. But before leaving, they glanced at Xia Qingqian, who was dozing off, all whispering about how the president’s secretary was so audacious to sleep during such an important eting. It was truly remarkable!
Beitang Yao, without any expression on his face, looked cold. He gazed at Xia Qingqian for a long while, finally parting his lips that had been pressed into a line, and furrowed his brow as he called coldly, "Xia Qingqian!"
"Here!" Xia Qingqian, in her daze, heard those bully kids calling her again. The tone, the voice, it was just too similar!
Xia Qingqian hurriedly sat up straight, the hand holding the pen scribbling wildly on the paper, her other hand swinging upwards and hitting sothing.
She opened her eyes and realized she was in a eting, her whole body in shock. She quickly pretended to scribble notes, praying that no one had seen her slacking off!
Howl— Beitang Yao got punched by Xia Qingqian’s swing, right on his handso face. Caught off guard, he fell back into the large black leather chair, clutching the pain with a muffled grunt!
Who would have thought this seemingly ek woman’s punch could be so strong, even managing to knock down this Taekwondo expert! If this gets out, wouldn’t it be a huge joke?
"Xia Qingqian, how dare you sleep in a eting I am presiding over? Are you tired of living, or do you just not want to live?" Beitang Yao shook his head, trying to shake off the sparks that popped out.
Xia Qingqian’s gaze lifted from under her lowered eyelids, and suddenly her whole body broke out in a cold sweat, even her little heart trembling continuously.
She got caught sleeping in the eting? The punch she just threw hit Beitang Yao? She had never experienced a poker face before, but now she finally knew what it felt like.
She smiled apologetically, "Young Master, I didn’t an it, I really didn’t an it!" She truly hadn’t intended to fall asleep in the eting. During the entire eting, she had been nothing more than an invisible secretary. Even the departnt manager sat in the back row for the eting, yet she was sitting right next to Beitang Yao, taking notes.
Besides, the whole eting was the elites in verbal debate. As she listened, the drowsiness ca over her, it wasn’t that she was unprofessional or wanted to slack off, it was the drowsiness that ca to find her...
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