But at that time, he chose to trust.
"You can leave."
Zhou Jin'an had spoken.
Qiao's mother, as if pardoned, quickly scurried out of his room.
In his spacious office, Zhou Jin'an stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window for a long time.
He didn't smoke much, but now, he lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply.
Somewhere in his chest, a faint pain throbbed.
Was it heartache?
Or...
He couldn't even clarify it for himself.
The following morning, bright and early.
Qiao En arrived at Nanchen for work.
However, at the company's lobby, she encountered Qiao De, who was there for his first day at work, all dressed up in a suit and shoes, his hair styled sharply.
"Secretary Xu, good morning!"
He approached Qiao En, greeting her with a feigned air of aloofness.
Carrying a laptop bag that didn't seem quite right for him, he walked forward with an air of disassociation from everyone else.
Qiao En was puzzled, but she didn't speak up.
