The sun was setting in the west, and Nan Qiao had also finished her work.
Under Nan Qiao's guidance, Rong Yan's several design drafts had pleased him to the utmost.
"President Nan, let me treat you to dinner," he offered.
Nan Qiao smiled, "Next time, I have some things to take care of today."
Rong Yan nodded excitedly, "Alright."
Nan Qiao wanted to give Li Yehan a bottle of medicine; he needed to change his dressing again in the evening. She had left in a hurry at noon and had forgotten to give it to him.
She drove alone towards Li Yehan's company, tried to call him, but his phone was turned off.
Just as she reached the building of Li Yehan's company, she saw through the window that Li Yehan was heading to the car with an indifferent expression.
Judging by Li Yehan's expression, it seemed as if something major had happened.
At that moment, her mobile phone sounded with a text message alert.