"Qinghe isn't letting anyone near him right now. He only wants to see you." Chairman Wang had heard Qinghe frequently muttering Ning Xuan's name and assumed they shared some special bond. Now, it seemed that was just wishful thinking on Qinghe's part—Ning Xuan had no particular feelings for him at all.
"I have a pile of things to deal with, both at home and at work. In a few days, I also have a Contract ceremony to hold. I just don't have time for anything else. Chairman Wang, please consider someone else," Ning Xuan said, politely declining.
"Ning Xuan, hear me out. We've known each other for a long time, and I know you're not a hard-hearted person. How about this—I'll do my best to think of other methods. If you finish what you're busy with and there's still no other solution for Qinghe's condition, just go and see him. Treat it as visiting an old friend, alright?" Chairman Wang pleaded.
