As someone who would never sit when they could lie down, Wen Qiao really couldn't understand the sport of running, let alone going for a run under the scorching noonday sun. "Why are you running at noon? Aren't you afraid of the heat?"
The person spreading the gossip waved a hand. "Don't change the subject. Is that the point? The point is, I saw President Fu enter your room."
Another ambiguous jeering sound echoed in the room.
"Alright, just tell them," Director Zhang put down his teacup and glanced at Wen Qiao. "Otherwise, they won't let it go."
Huang Yingying asked, "Director Zhang, does this mean you knew all along?"
"Could I not have known?" Director Zhang pointed at Wen Qiao. "It was Fu Jinghen who pushed her to me initially, but this girl's performance didn't disappoint me. She's a real gem; otherwise, I would have replaced her long ago."
Wen Qiao paused. Was Director Zhang complimenting her?
He must be, right?
