As soon as Qiao En sat in An Jinrong's car, he began complaining of a headache.
He rubbed his temples while sighing.
Secretary Huang immediately offered an explanation for An Jinrong.
"Xu Secretary, our Director An's headache has flared up again."
"Director An manages myriad affairs, you must take good care of your health. Otherwise, let me verbally report the contents of the documents to you."
Qiao En was preoccupied with work.
She had already spent most of the day dealing with this document at An Jinrong's place.
She knew it was an inconvenient time to bring it up, but she couldn't afford to wait.
An Jinrong leaned back in his seat, his brows furrowed into a deep frown. He waved his hand dismissively, "I feel terrible right now, I want to rest for a bit."
With that, he closed his eyes.
Qiao En felt a sinking feeling in her heart; she always felt like An Jinrong was deliberately delaying her today.
But what was his purpose for delaying her?
