Song Qiao's body tensed up, but she still hurriedly spoke, "Okay, I'm coming down now, wait for me."
Lu Jingchen's arrival here was somewhat surprising to her, and she had no idea what that man was looking for her for.
Or was it that he had come to settle the score with her regarding last night?
This thought emerged in her mind, but Song Qiao didn't feel much emotional fluctuation. Perhaps it was because she had already anticipated such an outcome.
What kind of man Lu Jingchen was—she might not know him the clearest, but after spending so much time together, she could roughly make out.
A man with such an esteemed and noble air, cold and superior, how could he possibly allow a woman to challenge his bottom line.
After saving the files on her computer, she shut it down directly, grabbed her phone and purse, and then walked out of the office wearing high heels.
