He Miao nodded obediently and watched Jing Yan leave before she went upstairs with the butler.
In the car, Chen Zhao thought it would take a while for his boss to come out. Just as he lowered his seat and laid down comfortably for a while, the back door was suddenly pulled open. A gust of cold wind rushed in, causing him to sit up immediately. "President Jing, why are you back so soon? Didn't you go to see Mr. He?"
Logically speaking, when the president saw Mr. He, he would definitely explain what happened at the press conference. He should not have come out in just a few minutes.
Jing Yan's light-colored eyes turned cold. He shook his head and said, "There's no need to. Uncle He is a wise man."
