Qiao Mina felt much more at ease, and if Gao Ziming gave her a way out, she would have let bygones be bygones.
After all, Gao Ziming held considerable power in JJ, and he wasn't someone you'd want to offend - she still wanted to cling to this "thick thigh" in the future!
Qiao Mina touched up her makeup with the compact, applied pink lipstick, brushed her long hair, and with a twist of her slender waist, she headed towards the elevator to the top floor.
Not far away, Tang En'en gave the assistant who had passed on the message for her an OK sign with her hand, indicating her thanks and that she owed them a meal next time.
Then, watching Qiao Mina's hurried departure, a smile curved the corners of Tang En'en's lips. The show was about to begin.
The top floor.
The entire floor was silent, not a soul in sight.
The door to the conference room was tightly shut, the lights inside were off, and it was dark.
