On Friday, Jing Xiu had been somewhat distracted from the moment she arrived at work.
Today was the day of the discussion session with Lady He Shan. It should have had nothing to do with her, but recalling what had happened Tuesday night, she could not help wondering whether today's discussion could still proceed as planned.
She did not know how Tuesday night had ended. She had only heard—only heard, mind you—that Tang Li had not shown up for work on time the next day, and when he came in late that morning, there were wounds on his face and neck...
Well, she did not even know where to begin guessing with something like that.
But no matter how she guessed, the facts proved that Tang Li had the ability to solve problems on his own.
Which brought up another question.
Jing Xiu had only realized it the next day: if he could handle it alone, why had he given Lang Jin the misleading signal to "go upstairs"?
Not only had that added two witnesses, it had also complicated matters.
Over the past two days, Jing Xiu had talked to Lang Jin about it, but the latter had given her no answer. Perhaps the director was just as confused. At the very least, that veiled air of cold ruthlessness was gone. It was as though he had meant to cut through the mess with a swift blade, only to plunge headfirst into a thornbush—struggling was wrong, but not struggling was wrong too.
Having such a new boss was truly hard.
Jing Xiu observed a few seconds of silence for Lang Jin. In the end, she could not resist calling out to Secretary Qiao, who never seemed to have a spare moment.
"Chief Secretary Qiao, you've been busy all morning. What's