Zhou Jiajia, who was standing at the doorway in a daze, came back to her senses, looked behind her, and smiled, "Director An! You've arrived!"
"Once we're out of the company, there's no need for titles; just relax."
"But we haven't left the company yet!" Zhou Jiajia replied.
Even though she and An Qi were close confidantes outside of work, they were still in the company, so a hierarchy had to be maintained.
"You're always the serious one!"
With a slight reprimand, An Qi linked arms with Zhou Jiajia and walked out of the building.
Watching this scene, Lin Yifan was rather surprised.
He hadn't expected the two to be friends; he had thought Zhou Jiajia was just one of An Qi's subordinates.
Following An Qi, he quickly located the car.
It was a Maserati presidential model luxury sedan with a stunning exterior and exquisite interior.
After taking out the key and unlocking the car, he opened the door for An Qi and Zhou Jiajia.
