Le Qingqing gently pushed her away, laughing, "Don't compare Xiao Hang to the president. If we were to compare all men to Jun Mo, then none of us would ever get married." Jun Mo was not someone an ordinary man could compare with. If their standards for choosing a husband were set based on comparisons to Jun Mo, then they might end up as spinsters for life.
Shu Yan giggled, "That's true, the president is beyond comparison. Sister Qingqing, your old classmate is getting anxious. You should go see him; we'll head to dinner first." Saying this, she called to the other junior secretaries, and they walked away laughing merrily.
Le Qingqing then headed toward the company's entrance.
"Qingqing."
"Xiao Hang, why have you come?" Le Qingqing stopped when she reached Xiao Hang. Immediately, he handed her a bouquet of roses he had bought, which Qingqing did not refuse. She received the bouquet with a gentle smile and thanked Xiao Hang.
