Half an hour ago—
Jiahui was a few minutes late because she was looking for parking. As the group headed to the reserved private room, Jiahui looked around but didn't see Wen Changling.
She asked a colleague, "Where's Changling?"
"Don't know."
Jiahui was a bit annoyed.
Wen Changling had a poor sense of direction, and the corridors of this private room were like a labyrinth. She might have taken a wrong turn and failed to keep up. These people lacked any sense of camaraderie; they didn't even notice someone was missing.
Jiahui went to look for her herself.
About a dozen people came to this dinner, all staff from the oncology surgery department, except for Qiao Yi.
Before being transferred to the VIP building, Qiao Yi was also part of the oncology surgery team. Since the organizer of the dinner got along well with Qiao Yi, she was invited too. The room was booked in advance and was quite secluded.
