He was just about to pass by the corridor when Huo Jingchen seemed to have sensed something and turned his head to look.
At the end of the corridor, a slender figure was talking on a phone with her back to him.
Huo Jingchen was a little absent-minded and slowly stopped in his tracks.
"Mr. Huo... " someone followed his gaze and could not help but speak.
Huo Jingchen pursed his lips and did not say a word. He could not tell if he was happy or sad.
He did not expect the world to be so small.
She was actually here.
On the other side, Zhao Siqing had just finished her phone call. As she turned around, she almost bumped into Zhu Wencheng.
The pungent fragrance made her feel particularly uncomfortable. Zhao Siqing frowned and took two steps back. "Mr. Zhu. "
Zhu Wencheng smiled and said gently, "my illness is indeed a little difficult to talk about, so I wanted to talk to Dr. Zhao privately. "
Zhao Siqing looked at him coldly. After a moment of silence, she slowly said, "Mr. Zhu, if you are free, please come to my studio. I will definitely answer Mr. Zhu's questions. "
Zhu Wencheng's pupils dilated slightly. He was obviously very excited.
When he looked at himself, his face unconsciously had a hint of a smile. His eyes lit up, as if he was looking forward to something.
Zhao Siqing thought about it quietly.
What was he excited and looking forward to?
Obviously, his target was herself.
Zhao Siqing looked at Zhu Wencheng coldly in front of her, but she did not panic too much.
In comparison, she actually wanted to give Yang Jingqiu a call at this moment and ask if she had the ability to predict the future.
Otherwise, why did Yang Jingqiu insist on giving her two bodyguards before she said she was going on a business trip.
"I just don't understand one thing. How did Mr. Zhu know about me? " Zhao Siqing asked tentatively. Because her body was hot, even her voice was a little soft.
Zhu Wencheng smiled and said, "I know you have a close relationship with my nephew, but my nephew has a bad temper and a bad temper. If you follow him, you won't get any good results. Why don't you follow me? I'll definitely dote on you. "
Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, and her thoughts were a little slow.
Nephew?
Huo Jingchen?
Zhao Siqing looked at the man in front of her. It was really difficult to associate him with Huo Jingchen.
But after thinking carefully, she suddenly remembered that Mrs. Huo's surname seemed to be Zhu... ...
So, this Zhu Wencheng was really Huo Jingchen's uncle?