"President Qin, the sachet you requested is ready. If there's nothing else, I will take my leave now." In the end, it was Ren Chuqing's voice that broke the silence.
"Did you make it yourself?" Qin Jingzhi picked up the sachet, and the fragrance that wafted from it was so familiar; it was the scent that had once led him to no longer feel fear or fear itself.
"It's just a sachet, there's no need to ask someone else for help," Ren Chuqing said.
Qin Jingzhi pursed his lips and remained silent.
Just as she turned to leave the office, Qin Jingzhi suddenly said, "Manager Ren, don't you want to ask what I'm going to do with this sachet?"
"Didn't you previously say there was nothing to tell?" Ren Chuqing turned her head and replied.
"That was before, but if you ask now, perhaps I would tell you," he said.
