Qiao Ling saw Wei Linfeng just as he got off his car when she arrived for work the next day.
"Brother Linfeng, you're this early too?"
Wei Linfeng saw Qiao Ling, smiled, and then joked, "The President always comes to work at this time; if I were any later, wouldn't it be embarrassing?"
"Brother Chengfeng... he won't be coming to the company today, right?"
"Why?" Wei Linfeng's gaze upon Qiao Ling changed slightly, then he pressed, "How do you know he won't come?"
"Su Li got hurt."
"Hurt?" Wei Linfeng's expression changed immediately, his demeanor becoming more tense and anxious, "What kind of injury? How do you know?"
"I was on the phone with Brother Chengfeng yesterday, he was at the hospital. Remember how he left halfway through the meeting? It was because of what happened then."
Wei Linfeng thought for a moment, patted her on the shoulder, and said, "You go up first."
Having said that, he turned and walked away.
