"I'm sorry, Miss Qiao, His Excellency is currently busy."
Secretary Shao tactfully told her that now was not the time to discuss the matter personally with the President.
Qiao An endured it and let it go.
She wasn't foolish enough to challenge the authority of a nation's President on account of her own status.
"Alright then, when His Excellency the President is less busy, I hope Secretary Shao can let me know."
"No problem, Miss Qiao."
After hanging up the phone, Qiao An returned the mobile phone to Xia Lin.
Xia Lin hesitated to speak, but Qiao An glanced at him, "What, do you have something to say?"
"Miss Qiao, I think... if you want Mr. Mu to come back, it's not impossible."
"What way?"
"Just a few kind words from you would suffice." In Xia Lin's opinion—as a man sizing up another man—Mr. Mu was someone who would bend to soft words rather than force.
Especially towards Miss Qiao, this was even more so.
