In the conference room, the old master of the Zhou Family was looking at Qiao Yun's calm face, unable to guess what she was thinking, so he took the initiative to break the silence.
"Miss Lu, no, I should call you Professor Qiao."
As these words fell, Qiao Yun had not yet wondered how the old man knew her identity when Zhou Xinyu, shocked and pale, blurted out in astonishment, "Grandfather, what did you just call her?"
The old master frowned, "No manners. She is Professor Qiao, no wonder your company went bankrupt."
Zhou Xinyu was stunned, looking incredulously at the indifferent Qiao Yun.
She was actually Professor Qiao? Was his grandfather joking with him?
He could hardly accept the fact that this unthreatening person in front of him was the renowned Professor Qiao!
And he had once foolishly thought about sending Professor Qiao to Qiao Xun's bed to ingratiate himself with Qiao Xun.
Had he gone mad?
