Qiao Jing did not answer Zhan Nanqing again, focusing on her work.
The following noon.
Just as Qiao Jing was about to go for lunch, Zhan Nanqing followed her and suggested they eat out together.
She glanced at the time and agreed without hesitation.
By the time the two finished lunch and returned, it was just the time for the second round of interviews.
Zhan Nanqing, clinging to Qiao Jing's arm, was still brooding over the message she had seen in the group chat yesterday.
"Qiao Jing, do you think your former colleague will come today?"
Qiao Jing felt somewhat helpless and glanced sideways at her.
"Why are you more excited than I am?"
Zhan Nanqing pursed her lips.
"I'm just asking, a bit curious, that's all."
As Zhan Nanqing was thinking this, a somewhat deep and neutral female voice sounded behind them.
"Qiao Jing? What are you doing here?"
Qiao Jing and Zhan Nanqing both stopped in their tracks.
Zhan Nanqing didn't recognize the owner of this voice, but Qiao Jing did.