In the evening, the Gulfstream G650, which took off from Seoul, Korea, landed on time at Magic City Hongqiao International Airport.
Didn't feel it while in Korea, but upon returning to his homeland, Zhou Wang suddenly felt utterly exhausted. As a result, he declined Jiang Qingkui's invitation to dinner, who had come to meet him at the airport, and directly got into the Rolls-Royce Phantom driven by Miao Ying, ready to return to his place at Tangchen Yipin for a good night's rest.
As a secretary, Jiang Qingkui naturally couldn't say much in front of everyone. After watching the Rolls-Royce go far, she raised an eyebrow and looked toward Xu Wenqian, who stayed behind.
"What happened?"
"Uh… what?"
"Wenxi, Wenxi, the worries on your face are all too obvious."
With only light makeup, but still stunningly beautiful, Jiang Qingkui snorted lightly, "So what exactly happened? Is it because of some matter that Mr. Zhou is deliberately avoiding me?"
