"Whom would she take hostage? A company member or Mr. Qian?" Qiao Qingyu did not believe.
"Qiao Qingyu, no matter whose hostage she is holding, she can propose her demands and achieve her goals," He Xiuyu frowned slightly, patience thinning, "just because the person is an ordinary member, should we not care?"
Qiao Qingyu angrily retorted, "He Xiuyu, is that what I meant?"
He Xiuyu took a deep breath, softening his tone, "I'm sorry, I wasn't accusing you. I was just discussing the matter." He then continued, "It's just that since you showed up, she has shifted her target to you."
Qiao Qingyu looked toward He Xiuyu, who had not changed his clothes, dressed in a blue work uniform as if he had rushed over from the workshop. Even in such simple attire, he still looked striking.
Underneath his clothes, there was a clear footprint where the dust had been wiped away, but she could see traces of mud stains, as she had mud on her soles.
