Song Qiao stiffened, but still hurriedly spoke, "Okay, I'm coming down now, wait for me."
Lu Jingchen's arrival here struck her as somewhat odd, and she didn't know what that man could possibly want from her.
Or was he here to settle the score from last night?
The thought crossed her mind, but Song Qiao didn't feel much emotional fluctuation, perhaps because she had anticipated this outcome.
As for what kind of man Lu Jingchen is, she may not understand him the best, but from their time together, she could somewhat tell.
A man like him, with a proud and noble temperament, cold and aristocratic, how could he ever allow a woman to challenge his bottom line?
After saving the files on her computer, she turned it off, took her phone and handbag, and walked out of the office in her high heels.
