Qiao Yushan returned to the place she was staying.
As the president of the head office, she naturally enjoyed treatment befitting her level.
In a high-end residential area, the company had provided her with an apartment over a hundred square meters.
Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Qiao Yushan held her phone, but at this moment, she felt somewhat conflicted.
Although she had gotten into the habit of staying at Su Weifeng's place when she returned to Yang City, being in the provincial city meant that having Su Weifeng over would seem entirely different.
Her WeChat suddenly chimed, a message from Su Weifeng.
"Are you done with work?"
Qiao Yushan's face unexpectedly showed a touch of joy, yet she quickly composed herself and typed a single word in response: Hmm!
"Then shall I come over to your place?"
Qiao Yushan touched her somewhat flushed cheeks and said, "What would you do at my place? I'll be going back tomorrow anyway."
