When Bai Xiaoyan heard An Li's name, she couldn't help but pause.
She quickly responded and smiled, "Are you talking about the one who delivered the cello?"
"That's her," confirmed Meng Quanzhou.
Bai Xiaoyan also lost her drowsiness, got up from bed, and headed toward the living room.
"She is indeed my subordinate. What's up, President Meng?" Bai Xiaoyan asked knowingly.
A deep chuckle came from the phone, and Meng Quanzhou said, "Nothing, the young girl is quite sensible, I admire her."
Bai Xiaoyan laughed along, "Yes, though she's still young and a bit reckless in her actions. With what happened today, if you don't blame her, she's lucky; otherwise, she wouldn't even think about keeping her job."
"Nothing so serious, nothing so serious..."
Meng Quanzhou still kept it polite.
Sure enough, after a short while, Meng Quanzhou asked again, "Well... would it be convenient to give me her contact information?"
