Qiao Group.
Wang Youwei entered the chairman's office for the second time, his mood much lighter than before, smiling as he said, "Boss, the missus has been promoted."
Qiao Chengxun nodded slightly but didn't speak.
Wang Youwei breathed a sigh of relief and quietly left.
Qiao Chengxun paused, took out his phone, and sent a WeChat message to the girl: What do you want to eat tonight? I'll make it for you.
He waited a long time without a reply.
At that moment, Bu Qingqing suddenly sent a message: Young Master, the Young Madam asked me to pass a message to you, saying she is going to stay overnight at Miss Ming's place and won't be coming home tonight.
Not coming home?
The tenderness in Qiao Chengxun's eyes disappeared in an instant, and he instinctively wanted to call her.
Bu Qingqing sent another message: Young Master, not to criticize you, but the Young Madam is so fragile, and you tormented her all night yesterday, don't you feel any remorse?