It must be Lu Zheng's constant presence that caused her psychological trauma.
At this moment, Yan Simiao sent a voice message that lasted fifty-nine seconds.
She glanced at the driver in front of her, too embarrassed to listen, so she clicked to convert it to text.
As the WeChat interface spun in small circles, Qiao Zhen saw the foundation building across the street and immediately tensed up, mentally reviewing her lines.
The driver turned a corner and stopped in front of the foundation, opening the car door for Qiao Zhen with great courtesy. "Miss Qiao, please."
Qiao Zhen got out of the car and subconsciously glanced at her phone.
The text has been recognized.
Qiao Zhen's expression changed drastically when she saw the first line of text.
The driver leaned out and asked, "Miss Qiao, what's wrong?"
Qiao Zhen quickly pressed her phone screen against her stomach, not letting the driver see it. "It's nothing, my stomach hurts a little... I'll go to the restroom first."
The driver asked suspiciously, "Why would I suddenly have a stomachache?"
"You ate too much for breakfast, didn't you? It would be so rude to suddenly fart when you meet President Zhang." Qiao Zhen didn't care about her image anymore and turned to walk towards the business center.
The driver stopped her, "Ms. Qiao, there are restrooms in the foundation building."
Qiao Zhen understood that Shen Yan must have instructed the driver to take her to the foundation without any mishaps.
She pretended not to hear, quickened her pace, and her high heels clattered rapidly on the ground.
"Miss Qiao," the driver caught up, accusingly saying, "You wouldn't be going back on your word, would you?"
Qiao Zhen kept walking forward without even noticing the person who appeared around the corner, and bumped straight into their arms.
Judging from the touch, the other person was a tall and strong man. Without bothering to see who he was, she simply pointed at the driver and cried out in panic, "Sir, please help me! He's following me!"
"Don't worry, Miss Qiao, no one will hurt you."
The familiar, deep voice struck my ears like lightning.
If time could be turned back fifteen seconds, Qiao Zhen would definitely see the person clearly and would never ask him for help!
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