Qiao En seemed to have guessed that the person's last name was An.
As for whether it was An Jinhua or An Kexin, she was not too sure.
The car sped along the asphalt road, and soon they arrived at the restaurant where they were to dine.
From a distance, Qiao En could see An Jinhua.
He was dressed in a custom-made, silver-grey business suit, tall and straight-backed. It had been more than half a year since their last meeting, and he appeared even more triumphant than before.
"Director Zhou, long time no see!"
An Jinhua took the initiative and extended his hand, his sly eyes sweeping over Zhou Jin'an's body before settling on Qiao En.
Zhou Jin'an kept a cold face, his deep eyes casually flicking past An Jinhua.
"Didn't we just meet a few days ago? President An, are you so forgetful?"
He snorted coldly, not taking An Jinhua's hand and heading straight into the private room.
