"No need, I think it's quite good," Qiao Xiguan said.
Gu Yaoqi did not treat her unfairly in this regard.
The room was so spacious, fully equipped, and even had a simple bedroom connected to the side. It could be used for napping at noon or for overnight work. The whole color scheme was black and white, far from the traditional stiff pattern, giving off a distinct sense of modern fashion.
Qiao Xiguan pursed her lips and looked up at milk, "Do I have any plans for today?"
"There is no special arrangement for today. However," milk said, "Zhang Qiao'en's resignation request has been processed, and if nothing unexpected happens, she will leave Shanghai this week. Miss Qiao, I've handled everything you instructed."
"Hmm, that's good. I don't want to owe Zhang Qiao'en anything."
"I know," milk agreed.
