That person spent a while in the conference room, but clearly failed to find what she was looking for.
She searched through the room once again and then finally gave up, carefully walking back to the door and putting an ear against it. After confirming that no one was outside, she gently opened the door, prepared to leave.
"I didn't know that Miss. Yan likes to enter other people's conference rooms without an invitation. How's it going? Have you found what you were looking for yet?" A voice was heard suddenly.
That person who was preparing to leave the conference room gave a start and popped her pretty eyes, staring at Lin Qiao who was standing behind the door.
Lin Qiao had her hands resting in the pockets of her trousers, with one leg bent. Leaning against the wall by the door, she turned and glanced at Yan Fangyu, who was wearing a black mask which couldn't cover her entire face. A faint smile could be detected from Lin Qiao's eyes.
