At last, Rong Yu came, and upon seeing Qiao Zhaoyue, she walked over and sat beside her, "Sister Zhaoyue, are you okay?"
Qiao Zhaoyue shook her head slightly.
Rong Yu's worried gaze swept between her and Fu Yuxiu. After hesitating for a long time, she tentatively asked, "Sister Zhaoyue, is President Fu... treating you well?"
It took Rong Yu half a day to muster up the courage to ask this question.
With such an attitude from Rong Yu, Qiao Zhaoyue naturally guessed what she wanted to ask.
She shook her head with a smile, "Quite well."
Rong Yu breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good." Then, as though suddenly thinking of something, she hurriedly said, "Right, Sister Zhaoyue, after you went home last night, President Fu didn't give you any trouble, did he?"
Qiao Zhaoyue's smile was brimming, and she responded without hesitation, "No."
Rong Yu stared at Qiao Zhaoyue suspiciously for a long while before she believed her.