So the iron-blooded President Qiao knows how to pursue someone after all.
Clearing his throat, he forced a flattering smile. "Yes, yes, Qiao Zhi. You're outstanding. Very memorable."
He gestured to the table. "Please, everyone, sit. Here are your contracts. Look them over carefully, and if you're satisfied, sign at the end."
One by one, contracts were distributed. But when he reached Qiao Zhi, he froze. He didn't have hers prepared. His forehead prickled with sweat.
"S-sorry, I must have left one. Please wait a moment. I'll fetch it now."
Before leaving, he risked one last glance at Qiao Zhi. She inclined her head ever so slightly. To him, it felt like divine approval. Elation coursed through him.
Even a mistake like forgetting a contract couldn't dim his triumph—Boss Qiao had praised him with her eyes. Surely a promotion awaited him.
The moment he left, the room's atmosphere loosened.
