On the other side.
Lin Qian received a message from Si Boye saying "Come quickly." He was halfway through taking a shower at home when he immediately changed his clothes, drove to Tanzhou, and hurriedly went to the study.
When he opened the door, he saw his boss with an unprecedentedly solemn expression. He was sitting in a chair smoking, his brows furrowed amidst the swirling smoke.
Lin Qian's heart skipped a beat, a bad premonition rising within him: "President Bo, what happened? Is there a problem with the company's accounts, or..."
Think back, even when Bo Xilai was nearly killed by bombs from those Southeast Asians, he never showed this kind of expression. What happened today must be serious.
Si Boye looked up and beckoned him over.
Lin Qian immediately went over and saw Si Boye staring intently at the phone on the table.
He slowly exhaled and pointed to the text message Jiang Nian had just sent: "Can you help me see if she's angry or not?"
"..."
No, he was called in at midnight for an urgent matter, just to analyze a text message from a prostitute?
Lin Qian also took a deep breath.
In a fit of anger, he immediately picked up his phone respectfully: "Mr. Bo, I'll take a look right away."
Lin Qian flipped through the text messages, connected the context, and said with certainty, "Mr. Bo, your intuition is correct, Miss is indeed angry."
Upon hearing this, Si Boye frowned even more deeply: "But I gave her flowers, why is she angry? Could it be that she doesn't like the flowers?"
"I don't think it's because I don't like flowers; it's more like something else has happened."
Lin Qian immediately said, "President Bo, please wait a moment. I'll ask the people from the Ji family right away."
As a top-level assistant with an annual salary of one million, you must think what the boss thinks, guess what the boss needs, and prepare in advance.
You can't get by without connections.
And what their CEO Bo cares about most is obviously this Miss Jiang Nian.
Therefore, Lin Qian had previously obtained the contact information of one of the Ji family's servants.
Lin Qian went out to make a phone call. When he returned to his study, even he, who was usually as steady as a mountain, couldn't help but swallow hard, his whole body drenched in sweat.
“Um…Mr. Bo, I know why Miss is angry.”
"The flowers you prepared for Miss, I don't know what went wrong, they ended up being given to that Ji Yuwei..."
?
Si Boye suddenly looked up.
The atmosphere froze into ice almost instantly.
"So, who did you give it to?"
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