Chu Nantian was looking her way with a piercing, unstoppable gaze.
Qiao Xiaon'an felt a deep revulsion from that momentary eye contact. She had intended to open the door to the sickroom slightly, but ended up clutching the doorknob with half her body leaning out.
To her repulsion and disgust, Chu Nantian was hardly bothered. He stood nonchalantly with his hands in his suit pockets, appearing completely indifferent and composed.
But he gave her a gentlemanly smile, "An'an, I'd like to talk to you."
Before she could respond, he interjected decisively:
"Don't hastily tell me you're unavailable or that you can't be bothered with someone like me. Whether or not you meet me determines whether Yun's leadership position at FB Group can be more secure."
Qiao Xiaon'an hesitated for a second or two.
Chu Nantian continued, "There's no need to answer immediately. Tonight, at the Shangri-La Hotel, room 999, I'll be waiting for you."
