The security at the entrance, the staff on the first floor, and the receptionist all looked curiously at Wen Xiao’ai who was following beside Qing Yi.
Wen Xiao’ai also looked back at them with equal curiosity.
She had especially sharp hearing and could catch the whispers of those people.
When she heard most of them secretly saying how pretty she was, Wen Xiao’ai felt incredibly pleased with herself.
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"Ah? Little girlfriend?" Qing Yi was taken aback.
"Yes, I heard several people whispering and wondering if I was your little girlfriend."
"Cough..." Qing Yi’s face took on an unnatural color, even a hint of panic.
He glanced at the employees who were huddled together and murmuring in private, giving them a warning look.
Those people immediately bowed their heads and returned to their work in an orderly manner.
"Your hearing is really sharp. Well, ’little girlfriend’ means girlfriend," Qing Yi explained.
"Girlfriend? Is that the same as a friend?"
"... You really are innocent to not know this," Qing Yi chuckled dryly.
"What is it exactly?"
"This... How about you ask Mr. Third later?"
"Miss Wen, this way please." Qing Yi led Wen Xiao’ai into the private elevator.
Then he pressed the button for the 33rd floor, and the elevator doors closed.
"What is this? Weren’t we going to find Jun Moyan, why are we trapped here?" Wen Xiao’ai looked up curiously.
"We are going to see Mr. Third."
Wen Xiao’ai reached out with her small hand and touched the cool elevator doors: "Then what is this thing? It seems to be going up. Are we ascending to heaven?"
"Pfft..." Qing Yi nearly spat out blood.
Seeing Wen Xiao’ai’s serious expression, she didn’t seem to be joking just to make him laugh.
"Miss Wen, you don’t know what an elevator is?"
Wen Xiao’ai shook her head honestly.
Do you really not know?
"Didn’t the place you used to live have elevators, Miss Wen?"
Wen Xiao’ai shook her head and murmured softly, "We never used electricity, so why would we have any ’ladders’."
"Nothing. How do we get out of here later?" Wen Xiao’ai stretched out her hand and tried to press the floor buttons just like Qing Yi did before.
"Miss Wen, don’t press it. We’ll be there soon."
"Oh." Wen Xiao’ai withdrew her hand, and before long, the elevator doors indeed opened.
Wen Xiao’ai stepped out first, then she looked around left and right, turned her head to look at the elevator that had closed again, and thought the entire thing quite magical.
Going in and coming out, and we’re somewhere else.
"Miss Wen, this way please."
"Mr. Third is probably still in a meeting, I’ll take you to his office first."
Wen Xiao’ai bounced along after Qing Yi, looking here and there, the very picture of a curious baby.
Qing Yi really worried she might twist her neck from looking around too much.
But seeing her so lively and energetic, he too felt more spirited.
"Is this where Jun Moyan works?"
"Then what does Jun Moyan do here?"
"I don’t think I ever asked him."
"This company belongs to Mr. Third, so naturally, he’s the president."
"President? What’s that?"
"Miss Wen, are you really clueless, or are you just teasing me?" Qing Yi’s forced smile was starting to slip.
"Of course, I really don’t know."
"... It means boss. President is just another word for boss."
This Miss Wen wouldn’t have been confined by her family for over a decade only to have been let out recently, would she?
How could she seem so oblivious to the world?
"So he’s the boss. I know what that is," Wen Xiao’ai said with a smile.
As they walked, they encountered many colleagues who greeted Qing Yi and looked curiously at Wen Xiao’ai.