“I know…”

Ning Qiluo was about to speak when Jiang Yingchi suddenly interrupted her, asking, "How long have you been without your shoes? Don't you feel the coldness in the soles of your feet?"

It's no wonder that bystanders were astonished by this scene.

The man before them, who seemed like a god, actually bent down, adopting the most humble posture, to put shoes on a girl with extremely gentle movements. His perpetually icy face was filled with doting affection.

Ning Qiluo didn't care about the stares of those around her. Looking into his eyes, she said, "I'm not delicate."

“You can try being a little more delicate,” he said.

Ning Qiluo was slightly taken aback, suddenly feeling that these words sounded very familiar.

Jiang Yingchi said in a low voice, "Your toes are terribly red. Remember to apply some ointment when you get back, okay?"

At this moment, Mr. Jiang was extremely gentle.

Ning Qiluo felt that this was not him. How could he be so gentle, so tender that people would willingly fall for him?

So, almost as if possessed, I nodded and said, "Okay."

Jiang Yingchi raised his hand and gently touched her face, saying nothing more. When he got up, he showed no trace of the warmth he had shown earlier, as if the person who had gently put slippers on her earlier was not him.

When he turned and left, the group of executives followed suit, none of them curious about the gossip.

The only bodyguard who was blocking Weng Xi was still there.

The purpose was to protect Ning Qiluo and prevent Weng Xi from doing anything rash that could harm her.

"Qi Luo".

Xie Ya's voice pulled Ning Qiluo back to reality from her reverie.

Ning Qiluo watched Jiang Yingchi's retreating figure, "He, he just now..."

"Qi Luo, you and President Jiang are not...?" Xie Ya, who was used to all kinds of big scenes, was still shocked by what she had just seen.

It seems that Qi Luo and President Jiang have a story.

Ning Qiluo quickly looked away and denied it, saying, "There's nothing between him and me, don't overthink it."

Xie Ya, of course, didn't believe it. The president of the Jiang Group personally knelt down to put shoes on Qi Luo's shoes; it was impossible to say there was no connection between them.

But Qi Luo clearly wouldn't tell her much, so Xie Ya wisely refrained from asking.

"Let's go," Xie Ya said, helping her up.

Ning Qiluo nodded and slowly got up with Xie Ya's help. As she left, Xie Ya picked up Ning Qiluo's high heels from the ground, put them in a bag, and carried them away.

...

"Did you see Weng Xi?"

Does your face hurt?

"How dare you contact marketing accounts to create scandals and get yourself trending on social media, using President Jiang's name to promote yourself! You'd better pray that nothing serious happens to the company, or you'll definitely be in deep trouble."

The Jiang Group's public relations are top-notch, far surpassing any other PR firm in the entertainment industry. Moreover, with just a flick of Jiang's finger, the entire entertainment industry trembles.

Regardless of the relationship between President Jiang and Ning Qiluo.

Take Ning Qiluo's identity as an example.

He is a prominent figure from a distinguished family. His father is the richest man in the country, and his older brother, Qi Ershao, is a figure feared throughout Beicheng. Anyone who crosses him is doomed.

"Sister Lan, I don't know... I really didn't know it would be like this, I thought..." Weng Xi was naturally still scared, thinking about what she had just seen, her hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

Seeing her clenched fist, Li Lan sneered, "Trying revenge, is that it?"

Li Lan has been in the brokerage industry for seven or eight years, so how could she not see through Weng Xi's thoughts?

Weng Xi looked up and met Li Lan's eyes.