The charity banquet ended.
Qiao Mianmian saw that Mo Yesi had called her two minutes ago and immediately called him.
The call was picked up instantly.
The man's low and magnetic voice entered her ears. "The banquet is over?"
"Mm, it just ended." Qiao Mianmian recalled that Wei Zheng said he was coming to pick her up and asked, "Is it over on your side? Where are you now?"
"I'm at the car park of the broadcasting station. Wait for me, I'm going up."
"You're coming up?" Qiao Mianmian looked at the crowd and quickly said, "No need, I'll look for you in the parking lot."
"I've already on the way."
Qiao Mianmian heard the sound of a door closing and then of leather shoes stepping on the ground.
"Find a place and wait for me. Tell me where you are, and I'll be right there."
"But there are still many people in the venue. And many reporters haven't left." If Mo Yesi came to look for her, he would definitely be surrounded.