He Qiao looked over at Chu Yao, who was already fast asleep.
He Qiao let out a slow breath, a little surprised. She was the one who had poured Chu Yao's drink, but hadn't President Cheng told her it was mixed fruit juice?
'How did she get drunk?'
'Don't tell me President Cheng did this on purpose. Is he trying to take advantage of her while she's vulnerable?'
'That's... not good, is it?'
He Qiao had been assigned to Chu Yao by Cheng Yu. At first, He Qiao had a great deal of admiration for her boss. Cheng Yu hadn't asked her to do anything inappropriate, only telling her to take good care of Chu Yao and to inform him the moment anyone bullied her.
He Qiao had been in the industry for a long time and had seen her fair share of disgusting, sordid affairs. It was the first time she had ever seen a powerful boss quietly care for an artist like this.
