"No, no, it's not!" Qiao Anlu slowly waved her hand, "The cat is Honey, Little Qiaoqiao is my stuffed toy, I hug it to sleep."
After saying that, Qiao Anlu curiously asked, "Does the employee information mention Little Qiaoqiao?"
She scratched her head, as if seriously pondering this question.
Ning Zesheng replied, "It does!"
"Oh." Qiao Anlu nodded, with a flattering look asked, "Mr. Ning, is there any problem with my information?"
Ning Zesheng seemed to still be looking at the information, casually asked, "That stuffed toy called Little Qiaoqiao, where is it now?"
"In the dorm, on my bed." Qiao Anlu answered without a second thought.
Ning Zesheng glanced at his watch, "I get off work at 10:30 tonight, bring it over on time! Don't tell anyone about this. You may go now!"
Huh?
Qiao Anlu walked out, frequently glancing back at him, completely bewildered.
Why does he want Little Qiaoqiao?
