After taking the call, Si Ran looked at Qiao Rui worriedly.
"What's wrong?" Qiao Rui noticed her hesitation and took the initiative to ask.
Si Ran knew that, logically, she shouldn't inform the lady about the president's mood, but she admires the lady and wanted to help as much as she could.
Of course, all this would be without betraying the president.
After hesitating for a moment, Si Ran still said, "Madam, the president has returned and said he will wait for you."
"Oh!" Qiao Rui was startled, then said dismissively, "So he's back, why worry so much?"
Si Ran lowered her eyes and spoke softly, "I overheard that the president is not very happy."
Now Qiao Rui understood and smiled slightly. "Si Ran, are you worried about me?"
Seeing how composed Qiao Rui was, Si Ran quite admired her.
"Madam, the president usually doesn't get angry easily, but I clearly sensed that he is in a bad mood this time."
"No worries," Qiao Rui said, "I'm even more annoyed than he is."