She became alarmed and suddenly turned around.
"Mr. Zhou?"
Zhou Jin'an had gone on a business trip a week ago, and they hadn't seen each other for a while.
Qiao En stood at the entrance of the apartment unit, under a white incandescent light, its halo blurry, creating a hazy fog above her head.
Though they had not seen each other for just a week, she seemed to have become leaner, her tiny, palm-sized face even sharper, making her eyes appear larger by contrast.
Zhou Jin'an didn't approach too closely, towering over her as he looked down at Qiao En.
"You went to An Corporation?"
He asked directly, knowing full well.
"Mm."
Qiao En didn't hide it; there was no point in doing so. The circles in Rong City were so small, and both families headed leading enterprises—it was only a matter of time before they met.
"Did you do public relations?"
Zhou Jin'an asked again.
He showed no emotion, but Qiao En still felt a wave of concealed anger.
