The meeting room was quiet. Everyone lowered their heads and did not dare to look at the man sitting at the top.
But it was not a good thing to be in such a deadlock. Is he continuing the call or not?
On the big screen in front of Qiao Yu, although his eyes were on it, his mind was elsewhere. He could hear her light breathing on the phone.
At this time, she should be sitting there in a daze. Yes, she had always been like this. She did not advance or retreat. She would not take the initiative to curry favor, nor would she cower in fear.
It was not that he did not know this. It was just that he did not want to face it in the past. He always thought that she would be like before, warm, and proactive. He was wrong.
In the Qiao house, Xia Ning was sitting on the couch. Enoch was drawing on the table with a pen.
He said he was in a meeting but it was quiet. She knew he was listening.
