When Su Jue surreptitiously left, Yao Qing was nowhere to be seen.
There was half a cigarette in the trash can nearby. He squatted down and patted it out.
"Yu... President, I've completed the task."
Although it wasn't him who had pinched it off, it still counted as done, right?
Yes, done!
Yu Yanshen didn't reply again, and Su Jue's heart settled.
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As Yao Qing walked out of the elevator on the first floor of KR, the two receptionists exchanged glances and pushed each other, insisting the other should go up.
Just as Yao Qing was about to exit, the outer one was squeezed out by the inner one and almost fell in front of Yao Qing.
Yao Qing paused in her stride and reached out to help her up.
"Is there something you need?"
The receptionist's face turned red in secret, exchanged looks with her friend, muttered a curse at her, then raised her head to look at Yao Qing with a sweet smile.
"Madam boss, would you please give us an autograph?"
