Given the circumstances, Qiao Zhaoyue didn't need to bother herself.
After hanging up the phone, she got dressed and drove to the meeting place.
As soon as she got out of the car, she saw Zhang Yan waiting for her at the entrance, as if he'd been there for a while.
As Qiao Zhaoyue approached, he hurried forward to greet her, with a warm and respectful attitude, "Miss Qiao."
"Mr. Zhang is being too polite," Qiao Zhaoyue said with a light, friendly smile.
The two of them entered the elevator and headed straight to the eighth floor.
"Miss Qiao, please wait a moment." After the elevator stopped, Zhang Yan nodded politely at her, then turned to push open the private room door, respectfully saying, "Miss Qiao, please come in."
Qiao Zhaoyue nodded and stepped into the private room.
Inside the private room, there sat another person, a young man who looked to be about in his twenties.
