Qi Zeyan wanted to cry but had no tears. He was decisive when doing business and negotiating, but his childhood trauma left shadows; he was genuinely scared.
"Let's go..." Fan Mingjue walked ahead, and Qi Zeyan could only follow.
The office had not changed much; awards and medals given by the school were still displayed in the cabinet on the wall, showcasing just how outstanding someone was as the director.
"Have some tea." Fan Mingjue made him a cup of tea.
"Thank you, Uncle."
"How's work recently?"
"Not bad."
"You haven't started dating yet? Xiaowu is already engaged; you should hurry up."
"I know." Qi Zeyan was still dressed in a broad suit today, with a side-parted slick hairstyle, looking every bit the domineering CEO. However, he was as meek as a chicken in front of Fan Mingjue.
"By the way, last time at the hospital, why did you suddenly leave? Did you hear I was in Xiaowu's room and didn't want to see me?"
Qi Zeyan's heart skipped a beat: Damn...it finally came up.
