After work, Qiao Zhiyi stepped outside and saw a low-key black sedan parked at the hospital's entrance.
Standing beside the car was a man in a black suit, who approached very politely, "Doctor Qiao, Miss An sent me to pick you up."
"I appreciate it."
"Of course."
Qiao Zhiyi got into the car, and the ride was very calm.
She thought about what Director Tong had said, that to live was to be a bit selfish, because if you weren't, living could be exhausting.
A person shouldn't always rely on others. If you lean on a tree, the tree might fall. If you rely on people, they might run away.
Only relying on oneself is the most reliable.
Agreeing to attend the family dinner wasn't just about trying to curry favor or anything like that. Since they invited her, it would be disrespectful not to go. By going, she could make an appearance, and who could tell whether that connection might come in handy in the future?
Just to get familiar with the faces.
